In the depths of these endless nights, where my mind and heart are consumed by an unrelenting storm, I find myself drowning in a sea of thoughts and emotions. Each one more treacherous than the last, each spark igniting a fire of self-hatred within me.
I am plagued by the constant need to dissect every move, every word, every thought, desperately hoping to rewrite the past, to undo the damage I've caused. But alas, I am shackled by the weight of my own history, unable to break free from the chains that bind me.
When their eyes meet mine, and I feel the weight of unspoken words and hidden pain, it's in those moments that I question if I am the architect of my own downfall. Am I locked in a battle with myself, forever competing against my own demons? Am I my own worst enemy, the nemesis of my own existence? It seems I am condemned to be the author of my own destruction, destined to fall from grace.
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Words Of An Unsettled Mind
PoetryEntries of a teen girls, where she expresses her agitation at the world, anxiety and daily struggles.
