I live in constant fear
Fear of myself
Fear in the possibility of tomorrow-
I fear people
And dark cloudy days, where clouds are on the verge of raining but never do
I get nervous of what if's
And glare at never
Have indifference at limitless possibilities
I fear dark days that never burst
Always on the edge but never released
Never relieving.
I grieve someone who isn't dead.
Grieve.
I'm grieving in the thought of a forgotten tomorrow
How through all of my, "I'll do it tomorrow" 's
And late night thoughts of it'll be tomorrow— that's when I'll change
As if a new person is something you can pre-order
How could I ever forget about tomorrow?
How could I forget life keeps moving
Whether or not I confine myself to a changeless house
How could I ever forget.
And then it rained.
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Fuck You, Nicely
PoetryOne finding themselves, ups and downs; streams of melancholy and yearning of the heart. Contains time stamps of a life that seem to fade too fast and rants through life lessons I often forget. There might be some triggers with eating and just mental...
