Protect Myself
By Emily / April 14, 2025 / No Comments / Childhood Trauma, Family, My Poetry, Relationships
All this pain drives me insane
Negative thoughts spin around in my brain
Like a sharp blade in my heart
I’m walking around half dead
Wondering how to feel alive
I was never taught to be happy
Tell me I’m not a mistake
Cuz’ the last guy made my world break
All of these feelings inside my head
Most of the time I feel I’m better off dead
Swallow some lead
Where did I go
Lost and empty inside
Shallow and alone I hide
Inside the walls I’ve built for my protection
Sorry baby
I love with discretion