Today I was high up in a building
And you could hear the wind
It was howling
And it reminded me of me
Or at least of how I feel sometimes
Like inside im trapped in my own mind
Just watching the way my feelings rage on outside
The howls of my own desperation
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The Lies We Tell Ourselves
PoetryI'm learning to cope and so are others in their own struggles, so why not learn to cope together :)? a collection of all sorts of poetry and prose stemming from my own experiences.
