On the Inside (Judy)

My mother doesn’t understand my depression so, she watches it like a performance.

My body is the stage and the scene is set before my birth.

No lights, no camera
Just the death of the living in silence.

A girl who drinks her tears before they spill,
Seated at a table of sorrows,
Confusion digs in while sadness takes a sip.

The lies cut through and truth takes a dip.
Anxiety picks her up, and insecurities start to drip.

Watch her crumble as loneliness grips.
She cracks and rips like a sinking ship.

My body is an empty room and the scene is set in the present.
My body has no walls, no form,
No top, no bottom,
No windows, no air,
No music, no dance,
No laughter, no life.
I’m alone inside a body that’s neither heaven nor hell.

She calls my screaming a show
And as this storm slowly calms, she watches as my knees take a bow,
And I curl myself into a song no one wants to sing.
My lips are strapped to my back as a weight.
I do not speak up, I cannot speak.

~ Judy

(p.s Judy is a friend, a sister and prolific writer of poetry. She has a passion for like minds and is willing to share her journey through her words. Follow Judy on www.blackwarsblog.wordpress.com )