If what you photograph
Shows what you fear losing
I fear losing myself
I fear being stuck forever
As someone I'm not
I'm afraid of losing the love
I've found for myself
This fragile state of being
Waxes and wanes
But I'm afraid one day
It'll stay the same
At the lowest of low
I've been there before
And barely made it out
Damn y'all. First poem, first of the new month. First of the school year (at least at my school). Today's been a shit day but reading this poem reminds me of how far I've come, you know? Anyway hope y'all enjoy!
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Overthinker
Poetry{tw: suidical ideation, death, anxiety, depressive thought} My thoughts are a full time job. Poetry from your local overthinker.
