Getting Out (A Poem Thing)

[Saph_Heart]

I feel suffocated in this hell hole that's supposed to be a home

I feel trapped in a cage as I lay awake at night

My thoughts screaming at me, warning me, they say:

"Get out get out you need to get out!"

But I ignore those voices and pretend that I'm alright

I put a smile on my face, stitching it in place

My eyes are bright, not with love or joy but with fright

I'm scared, I'm delusional, I'm going insane

Someone help someone please stop the pain

[fauxartist]

thats very good work Saph_Heart....I especially liked the line: 'I put a smile on my face, stitching it in place'....I liked your poem....thanks.

[Saph_Heart in reply to fauxartist]

Welcome

[Hidden]

Your poem exudes desperation and fear. I hate that you feel this way at 17. You’re supposed to be enjoying a somewhat carefree existence. Have you ever talked with a mental health therapist? I would definitely explore that possibility. I’m wishing you peace...

[Saph_Heart in reply to Hidden]

Thanks and no, my dad doesn't care about me enough to get me to a therapist. I'm trying to find help on my own right now.

[Hidden in reply to Saph_Heart]

By the way, your poem is very good! You have a way with words to express yourself. 🙂