I'm choking on a lie,
A one I still believe,
And I don't know why,
I continue to proceed.
The lie is one that I told,
Myself many years ago.
The lie has caused my strife.
And the only thing I know,
Is that lie affected my own life.
It was a simple lie,
One that I didn't care about.
But the lie got past my eyes,
And to my mind and spread in and out.
The lie was that I didn't matter,
And I believed it in the end.
My life was smashed and shattered,
As I push away my friends.
They grew imune to my screams,
'Cause I wouldn't let them in,
As my life continued breaking its seams
And I started cutting at my skin.
My coping methods escalated,
My heart and mind grew weak,
My very own life was hated,
By me. My life was too bleak.
I need some help that's all I know,
Someone to look me in the eye,
And tell me to stop, don't go
On believing my choking lies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem