all the sleepless nights chasing itself
cold breeze of pressure stormed in
a confidence made out of carefully placed pieces
a throat that longs water
a stomach that begs for use
and a dead and awake mind
conscious but empty
what was it all for?
"atleast you did your best"
....
this is ..my best?
i am so much more than stares of shocked souls
i can do so much more than a number, written in my paper and memory
both strangles me like a scratch paper
scratch paper..?
full of errors, messy and filled with things you don't want others to see
a trial- a try hard
god it sounds so much like me
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im just so disappointed
YOU ARE READING
Dazed Off
PoesíaSee what the young poet wrote in her old journals at only the age of twelve, and how her mental state progressively gets worse at age fifteen:) Collection of poems mostly about God, family, love, and hate to oneself. • most impressive ranking: #6 in...
