The only thing that is keeping me up,
Is the question 'Why?'
Why is there a need to be someone?
Someone I don't desire.
I hate this feeling for it is stabbing me,
It is wounding me far more than I can show,
Wounding me in a way that it can't heal,
I am exhausted, I am scared.
I am just looking for good things,
But what if the good things get over?
And I merely run of the reasons to stay?
Should I just drop everything and kiss the reason with yes,
What will be the cost of my choice,
If I don't have a reason to stay.
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There Was A Feeling
PoetryWhile so many things could've changed, I wanted to decide I'll always be the same. But why is it so difficult? ------- This book is the poetry book with poetries highlighting topics anxiety, depression, self-doubt, heartbreak and many more such fee...
