By Tagen

My hands
Feel so foreign.

I need to cut them off.

My soul is heavy,
I need to breathe air.

The night screams,
So I do, too.

I am (not) alone in this.


Shadow people,
With their telepathy,
Laughing at me,
Possessing me.

I'm in love with him,
But he would just break my wings,

My heart and my hands, too.

I need a cigarette.

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Copyright 2019 Tagen
Published on Friday, January 18, 2019.     Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

"I'm throwing up so no one looks at me."
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  • carlosjackal On Saturday, January 19, 2019, carlosjackal (2572)By person wrote:

    This was a great little snippet of insanity. Like looking through a keyhole into someone’s mental health. *hands you a cigarette*

  • Damien On Saturday, January 19, 2019, Damien (185)By person wrote:

    Sounds like a really bad acid trip.

  • Bornfrompain On Friday, January 18, 2019, Bornfrompain (849)By person wrote:

    Love how the last two lines brought this all together. Great poem! - BFP

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