no one could truly understand
the whirling chaos within me
because even i can't explain it
so i chose to not let them see,
it's tiring to find the right words
to describe all the pain,
so i decided it's better to remain silent,
and let all the unsaid words down the drain,
too much has been happening
inside my overthinking head,
multiplying the mess going around,
multiplying the misery it created.
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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...
