her

cloverkate

i am her

and she is me

but i am not what

she wants to be

 

i lose control

i don’t know why

and she’s who suffers

she’s who cries

 

heart racing

mouth drying

tears falling

eyes prying

stomach turning

face shying

breath catching

life dying

 

but after all

i am her

and she is me

 

i can’t escape

and neither can she

 

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this is a lil ole poem about mental health. there are some days i wish i could be a robot and not experience all the weird things my brain does.

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