breathing short
cant get enough air for expansion of muscles
of life
hating myself for myself
characters dance across my eyes their lives playing out as mine dies
forever alone
shadows in my head
their voices sound like my own but more real than ive heard
cant stop feeling
feelings hurt
breathing hurt
life hurts
I hurt
myself and others
thoughts linger never fully leaving always there
I could sleep forever and still be plauged with the fatigue of my thoughts
nothing ever really goes away
I wish I could go away
just to understand
why does this happen to me everyone has it but are theirs as loud as mine
some days its easier to ignore
but other days its so much more
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Behind The Smile
PoésieMy sporadically written poems with no theme. I just jot down things that come to mind. If you like, let me know.
