As I sit down, I am stunned at the freya which blur my vision.
My broken breaths leave my body as i grow
deaf to the sounds surrounding me. How do I feel?
The isolation of being out of touch;of life passing me by -
I get scared. When did I stop living but continue to be alive?
Feeling frozen in time -
overwhelmed and confused in this chaotic environment
which leads nowhere. How do I feel?
Or more importantly
how can I feel when there's nothing there?
In fleeting moments yellow colours my vision -
opposed to the grey. Thoughts enter staying trapped
as my emotions mix. How do I feel?
The light leaves as the darkness enters -
good enough, pretty good enough. Am I perfect enough?
That question - How do you feel? If i say the truth -
useless and unimportant- forgotten about. Wanting to help;
to make a difference but i've lost myself. How do I feel?
It's been too long and i can't remember how it feels
to be okay... so i ignore it. Plaster the smile on my face -
I feel great.
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My life: In poems
PoetryHere is just a few poems I wrote about what I went through. There is some graphic details and warning these are not all happy poems. NOTE: COVER PICTURE IS NOT MINE I HAVE NO CLAIM TO IT WHATSOEVER
