I crawl into the smallest hole The smallest world The smallest bubble One can dream Or Shall we say One can fear Everytime you come close Try to pry into my head Come closer To me Watch me as I Crawl away Into a ball Inside my own head Don't touch me I will bite Don't try to talk me out Out Of This World This hole I want to die here Curled up in this world This hole This bubble I'll lie to myself Tell myself I'm still breathing.
Reason for writing:
when people confront me face-to-face about what happened to me this past year, i cant talk. its not that i dont want to go to therapy. i just cant talk face-to-face. its as though i put myself in my own little bubble
Birth sign: Scorpio
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