I like being alone
Not feeling alone
There's a difference
I like the music echoing,the thoughts of my own space
The thoughts where I smile at my future
I don't like the feeling
Where I'm in the corner
Of my room
With voices skipping beats
In my head
The tearing of my hair
The screams in my tears
I like the integument not the insanity
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The Poors Of The Pity •Mental Health Poetry•
PoetryThis ones is filled with poems that I had created when I was going through a rough patch. Its shows you that it doesn't last forever though it might feel like it. I was going through a lot in multiple scenarios and I just wanted to show you if you w...
