life is finding meaning in the mundane. telling you im not happy and nothing feels worth it. but waking up to do it over again the next day. getting trapped in my mind. fantasizing about the future only to be disappointed when it doesn't turn out the same. finding beauty in nothing and losing meaning in everything. finding music that matches the emptiness in my head and the aching in my heart because i will never feel worthy of love. equating silence with hatred and assigning meaning to coincidental occurrences. im unhappy when my life is normal. and i find a sick sense of enjoyment when my life spirals, emotionally im deteriorating but i cant handle the quiet. every extra moment of silence is filled with the immense effort of trying not to cry. a mundane life scares me, living in a constant loop where nothing every changes and im suck in this losing battle.
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the night the stars fell - poetry collection
PoesíaPLEASE READ THE CONTENT WARNINGS this poetry collection includes themes and descriptions of: sexual violence/assault/harassment PTSD hallucinations depression anxiety self harm disordered eating in my experience feeling seen through works of writ...
