Do you ever feel like that you are on top of the world, but at the same time, the world is crumbling underneath your feet? Everything is a facade to what is really going on.
What a way to come back... I figured to just come here and lay down all my thoughts, feelings, and emotions on here before I go to bed.
I remember becoming used to the idea of being alone from time to time to get a sense of peace, but there are days when I just don't want to be alone. It is a blessing and a curse.This place that I call a beautiful tragedy (my mind) brings up its receipts, making me think that I bring problems to everyone around me. These days, I would sit, and the part of me inside is fading.
I fucked up big time because of instability. Questioning every time I do go out, if I had a good time, or was it an act of false pretense. Seriously, messed up shit if you asked me.
God, I feel tired and drained.
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Roses bloom but I bleed...
PoetryHey you: I'm the one who drowns in his thoughts constantly, has a variety of imperfections and yearns for those qualities of a rose. See this journey as if you are riding a roller-coaster, it won't spiral out of control but it has its ups and down...
