I seem to collect all of my doubts,
All of my troubles,
All of my worries.
The conflict inside of me pulls me apart,
I wish I could go back in time.
Maybe just restart.
My brain is restless,
My life is nothing but a mess.
How do people not worry?
All I can do is stress.
My grades.
My dog.
My job.
My life.
It's like I'm consumed by the worrying.
I can't enjoy my day.
Without thinking,
Thinking of the next bill I have to pay.
I collect these things and keep them close.
Out of everyone I know,
I worry the most.
I'm feeling restless again,
I just need this conflict to end.
The question is when?
When will I start to live?
Without all of my worries,
Staying with me.
YOU ARE READING
For The Rainy Days
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that I have made through the past few years. Most of them are sad, and are personal. I would love any feedback you'd like to give. I'm trying to stick to writing, but I might not always update. I hope you enjoy my poems!
