my thoughts are disciples
In a never ending cycle
my mind is a risk
that you can play like a disc
that fast forward
but never stops
I want my life to go onwards
but in the end it just drops
my mental health is always mocked
by those who clearly still live in the Renaissance
I just wanna be happy
but I cannot because of my sensitivity
if you praise mental health
then why do you laugh
it's not something that can just be expelled
it's my other half.
YOU ARE READING
sincerely, my notes app
Poetry{ ongoing } first couple of poems ive ever written, warning to you all they might be terrible. I love you all and hope u enjoy <3 for my future self
