Mental health is an uphill battle
More like a fumble
Starting with a stumble
After a smilingly small event
In your eyes
Teary eyes, stuttered speak l cant breath l squeak
Shaking and losing my stepping
You ask what’s wrong
I shut down shut off shut doors
Reach for silverware
To start my coping
Carving my feelings and insecurities into my skin
Letting the ink drip down
Scaring my sides
Curled up around porcelain letting it all come out
Empty
You pick me up, try to hide your shock rock me asleep
Whispering it is just minor defeat
