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Trapped in My Own Mind
Sometimes, mental illness feels like you're stuck. Can't get in, can't get out. You just kinda stare blankly while sitting at the edge of your bed, wondering what you can do. The medicine helps, but it doesn't cure it, lets be real here. In this poem, we view the feeling of mental health taking over as being trapped in a deep well with the stone covering the top. Lonely, afraid, and dying to get out.
By Phoebe Carmichael8 years ago in Poets
Phone Calls
You so fly, you so fly Baby, if I had the Holy Spirit I still would want to lie; I would say - Hey, be my bae; I'm at least 5'8, although I'm 5'7; I would say - Hey, I got a business, although it don't make no money; I would say hey - Bae, be my Bae, I'll take you out everyday with the money my business doesn't make, I'd say be my Bae. 😂
By Victor Cuadrado8 years ago in Poets
Crickets
We all have crickets. Even you have them deep inside you. They bother the better half of us at night or when we're having a bad day. With the sole purpose to stay by your side while making your life harder, these crickets live with you until you set them free. Although, naturally crickets tend to stay close to where they were born. So they'll sit outside your house on those cold nights and sing their dark song from outside your window until they can get your complete attention—but most of us fall asleep before we find an urge to go find the cricket. Those of us to get the crickets on the outside are so lucky, for they don't carry the burdens in their home.
By Laurel Parker-Chan8 years ago in Poets
