(TW Depression, Insecurity, Loneliness, Self doubt)
Everything is harder when you're broken.
Everything is harder when you're the token.
When there's nowhere around that you fit.
When all you can do is ponder and sit.
Everything is falling you have no control.
Everything you do seems to take a toll.
Everything hurts, my heart is constantly breaking.
I'm tired of people constantly taking.
I'm completely destroyed by my past.
I start to rebuild but it will never last.
Everyone seems nice, that is until they stop.
Eventually they stop faking, and it makes my heart drop.
None of them ever cared and it's hard to understand.
I'm in a freefall and it's hard to tell where I'll land.
My heart is falling and I feel sick.
I can't get out of bed and no one will stick.
But all of it is my fault isn't it?
I'm the reason I can never fit.
I ruin it all for myself don't I?
I'm the reason that I cry.
I'm the reason I'm alone.
I'm the reason I have a silent phone.
I constantly get in my own way.
I cause myself to not be okay.
I'm the reason I'm not free.
I'm the cause, it's just me.
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Poetry of the Soul
Poetrya poetry book that is me putting my soul out for everyone to see, I have a tale and I want to show it off even if it means bearing my soul to the internet.
