Overthinking, a teary stream, silent cries.
Those are somethings I can never escape from.
Because that's me, and it personally sucks.
But it's not like I can escape it.
You were never meant to hurt me,
Yet I thought so, because of the overthinker I am.
I'm guilty of it, so please, when I say:
"Why me? How can you choose someone like me?"
Don't give me the reasons my heart's used to.
Make me feel wanted, make me feel important.
Love me like I love you, trust me like I trust you.
Don't leave me guessing there, I'm not capable of reading minds.
I overthink the littlest things, and it affects me,
It feels as if it drives me to the doors and depth of insanity.
It's unexplainable in words, but tears, is a stream.
Look into my eyes and see the storm that rules.
Because I don't know how to explain it to myself.
So please, go easy on me, I'm just human.
A very confused, impossibly confused human being.
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Eunoia • Book Two
Poëzie𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐁𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐈. • • • • • ❝ 𝑹𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓, 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 ❞ • • • • • Book Two of Eunoia (Beautiful Thinking). A book with words dipped in the emotions of a young soul. • • • • • ❝ 𝑭𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐...
