Yet again,
I am sitting in my room,
Longing for endless fields to run on forever,
arms spread and enjoying the wind in my face.
Yet again,
I try to escape through imagination
as reality is drowning me and all I have.
Yet again,
I fly in fictional scenarios
whilst I lay on the floor. Crying and blasting music in my ears
to drown out the pain a little.
Yet again,
I think of freedom,
of just running off
whilst ignoring the chains binding me closely to the world.
Yet again,
I long for peace,
whilst holding all my pain close for a twisted cuddle.
Yet again,
I only find comfort in my pain.
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evening thoughts
DiversosDeep thoughts, as in sleep-deprived at 3am with untreated mental issues and traumas and too many poetry videos on my fyp. I'll just vibe here with them until I feel like getting better. TW for everything I guess.
