Stop asking me why I am use to being alone...
Because no matter how hard I try to go inside a room with full of people, I always end up sitting at the corner alone. No matter how hard I try to swim at the ocean, I drown. No matter how hard I try to tell my thoughts, I choke. No matter how hard I try to embrace their souls, I fall.
It is not what I chose but it is the only choice, to dance with my own hands and sway with the rhythm myself.
And if you're asking me if I'm okay— no, I am not.
— M.M| It Is Okay Not To Be Okay
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CHAOTIC MIND
PoetryEvery chaos inside my mind bleeds to a short poem. Here are some : ) Hope you enjoy reading!! - M.M
