10 months locked in a room
waiting for me to wait for my doom
but it's just me.
10 months locked with depression and anxiety.
And it's just me.
10 months of bottling emotions up and having no one to turn to,
but its just me.
10 months of crying and hurting and suffering with my never ending problems,
but it's just antisocial me.
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This poem is speaking to me and a lot of people out there about this pandemic that we have. We're all fighting our own battles and for me, i felt like i had no one to turn to and i didn't feel like talking. I didn't feel well and even if i wanted someone to reach out to me, I just couldn't form a sentence. It was hard to talk about. For 10 months, i lost a lot of friends and I had a lot of stuff happening in my life in which I'm forbidden to talk about. But it's just been a rough year, you know?
hey you, stay strong :)
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The Chaos In My Mind
PoetryTo everyone wondering what the hell is happening in my head. All these poems were written after i remembered, Remembered the pain I've been through, Reminded of how cruel this world was, Thinking I needed to let it out. I was once a little girl...
