I walked into the darkness.
It was unseasonably warm
and still.
My eyes scan the nothingness
in front of me searching for
anything to release tears
I've been holding back.
Anything. Anything.
Something. Something.
Give me enough reason
to grieve what I never had.
Mourn the loss of a ghost--
the life I am too scared to reach for.
The chance of a risk paying off.
I cannot risk it--
there's
a long way down
and no net to catch me.
Push back. Put on a smile.
Happiness can be bittersweet.
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Caffeine and Me
PuisiA collection of poetry ranging from brain farts to exploring why I bother getting up in the morning. Most likely there is some form of caffeine to keep me awake (or alert) enough to type my thoughts out regarding my depression, struggles within my d...
