Have you realized

What I am trying to say?

This sickness–well, this sickness

Isn’t going away.

Maybe you’ve never heard of it.

It’s more common than you think.

A sickness of the mind,

A sickness of the head;

So awful

That you wish you’re dead.

I tried to tell you,

I really did–

But I couldn’t tell you straight

That my mind was the source

Of this unimaginable pain.

Subtle didn’t catch you.

Subtle didn’t catch me.

Maybe I could have been clearer,

At least before now

As I pen this poem.

I can only tell you this secret…

But am I weak?

Am I selfish?


About heatherd001

Hello! My name is Heather. I'm sixteen years old and I love to write (poems mostly) but I'm working on some story- and novel-writing. Writing is a creative outlet for me.
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