trapped in my own thoughts
which go on
and on
and on
like a carousel
reliving the worst moments of my life
like a rollercoaster
down
and down
until I hit the ground
vividly they play
over and over
repeatedly
all again in my head
keeping me awake
it's like a bad book
page for page
and another page
not wanting to end
but when it does,
my story has been told
YOU ARE READING
babysteps.
Poetryrandom thoughts that enter my head throughout the days which need to be written down to keep me from getting too wrapped up and now I wanna share them.
