~Borderline Poetry~

Sorry to hear that. I was at the rooftop door but it was locked. I was just imagining what would have happened had it been open . I've since discovered many accessible 10+ story rooftops in the city but I'm still here so apparently I still have some hope for a better life.

Who will I be?

If I get help,
Who will I be?
No more rage inside me?

How will I think and what will I do?
Will my memories be unremembered?
Or changed anew?

I've always been me whatever that is.
If I change I won't be that.
What will I do?
Shall I turn into you?

Throat tight,
Tongue pressed on soft roof of mouth
Opposite you I sit while you watch,
Your eyes forced in my brain.
What do you see?
Sick and pale skin,
Raged death,
Can you heal me?

wow these are really wonderful. i mean some of them are very depressing but they are still wonderful. its so true about not having a voice i can really connect with that and its made me feel a bit better, just been feeling exactly that, i cant really tell what im all about right now and mood swings have been frequent this week and this post has sort of pulled me back a bit. thnx for soothing poetry!