i don't remember
when I stopped being happy.
it wasn't something that happened
all of a sudden.
it happened slowly, gradually,
over time.
the changes were so minute
that with time,
i wasn't even noticing
that something within me,
a very integral part of me was being lost.
it was like holding sand in my hand:
the tighter i held on to myself,
more of me was being carried
away by the wind.
how do i explain it to people?
that i was drowning even in the air.
YOU ARE READING
Trapped in my own head
PoetryShe is an outcast. She finds it easier to express what she feels in the form of writing. Whether it is poems, letters or long texts. These are poems that she writes trying to describe how it feels to live with certain mental health issues, in a worl...
