your words linger
at the back of my head,
echo inside my mind,
and makes my chest ache,
i panic and i overthink,
i'm pretty sure it's because of
the coffee i drank and
not because of the dread and fear
of whatever you'll say
will bring me back to the darkest room
i've stayed for so long, struggled so hard to get out,
please don't prolong the pain and dread any longer,
because if you do,
i may not know what to feel,
because i'll start feeling everything
all at once,
and then feel alone and numb
just a millisecond later.
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a hurricane of blues | poetry book 2 ✔
Poetry[ poetry and prose book 2 ] ❝you're so good at comforting others but who's comforting you?❞ a shelf of poems and proses containing the chaos and pain of heartache, loneliness, anger, grief, and sadness. s t a r t e d : f e b r u a r y 2 0 2 1 e n d...
