January 27th, 2024
She can feel just how much her soul aches with tiredness.
Feeling like she's been constantly running from something in the dark, something that surges panic across her.
Maybe it's the acceptance that she can't make everything work out, or maybe it's the fact that she'll never be perfect, or maybe it's because she'll never be enough, or maybe it's the fact that it seems like her life is not what she wanted.
The blame a constant dragging on her being, she's sick and tired of it.
The dreams of a life she will never grab hold of, stealing even more energy.
Even her demons in her head have been screaming non-stop.
Maybe this is the breaking point of where everything will come crumbling down and she will be left in tiny jagged pieces.
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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...
