2024
"You are not enough"
Is all that's screamed from everything. Like a knife that carves its way through the straw walls I've built to protect myself.
The little bits and pieces that I've been able to collect and build, being taken apart in an agonizing slow pace. Yet somehow too fast for me to be able to replace the parts broken down.
The way the tears well in my eyes no matter how much I try to stop them, the pain too much for my already exhausted body to withstand.
Every little dig, joke, and action that steals the breath from my lungs like I'm drowning in the ocean. Lungs begging for a simple break in the pattern, some moment to fill back up and continue.
The loneliness, a disease, spreading throughout my blood with a feeling of vengeance. It makes my skin crawl and my heart beat too quickly. Starting to remember what it's like to die slowly from your own hand.
"You are not enough"
I'm here again, Déjà vu
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Chaotically Organized
PoetryWelcome to my chaotic mind, expressed in free verse poetry that just down right sucks, however it is the process of expression and finding myself. From healing, to pain, to falling down again, to hoping to find myself. Chaotically organized and sh...
