I've never cried as much as I have these past few months,
My friend says it's healthy to let my emotions out, to confront.
But I'm tired of the constant redness in my cheeks,
And the panic attacks that seem to peak.
What's healthy about feeling like crap all the time?
What's healthy about this uphill climb?
Why can't I just be happy again?
Why must I endure this endless rain?
I'm writing this with tears in my eyes,
Thinking about friends and their lies.
I'm tired of feeling like I'm suffocating,
I'm just so sick of constantly waiting.
Waiting for what? I'm not even sure,
Maybe for a glimpse of a future that's pure.
But for now, I'm stuck in this cycle of pain,
Hoping for sunshine after the rain.
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Poems
PuisiPoetry is my coping mechanism. It's a profound dive into the intricate emotions swirling within me. Each line serves as a carefully crafted expression, dealing with the weight of genuine, heavy experiences. Carrying the profound weight of what's tru...
