And there she sits,
on her bed like she always does...
Wondering deep inside her thoughts,
why she always has to ruin everything...
chances getting thrown her way,
but she can't stop to feel overwhelmed.
Overwhelmed by the feeling of being liked,
overwhelmed by her mind's reaction to it
messages flooding her phone,
not stopping until late in the noon.
But she can't help but hold on,
to the feeling of emptiness that has been there for so long.
that's when she realized,
how comfortable she has been...
trapped inside her mind,
with nothing but her mental illness on her side.
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poetry
Poezjahey! I'm not a writer or anything but this is my try on poetry and writing in general... This will be a way of handling my feelings and expressing myself in new ways, which is something I would love to share^^ I will be uploading more over time so s...
