And here I've been stuck
Among the unknown fears of life.
What I fear isn't something about me;
What I fear lies between life and death.
Oh, if it would've been me,
There might not be any regret,
'Cause I feel I've lived enough.
But the loss of someone whose existence
Feels like the welfare of a group—
How come thoughts like this cross my mind?
There's no shame in saying I'm scared.
If it were in my hands, I'd change it all.
Though I was growing stronger,
Here I met with the fear of losing something so close.
I was able to save myself from strangers,
As they know nothing of my history in my mind.
But my enemy—my fears, my anxiety, my issues—
They have all become my own loved ones.
I don't disguise life,
But thinking of losing them
Makes me feel like taking my own life first.
Never have I dreamt of letting these thoughts cross my mind.
I know in the end it's all worth it;
I'll rise, no matter what.
But don't know at what cost,
Don't know after which loss.
There's hope in this dorm,
But with some cost, with some loss,
And with something to gain.
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The Mad People's Dorm
Poetry"Mad People's Dorm" is a heartfelt collection of poetry that takes you deep into the emotions and thoughts of someone battling anxiety, betrayal, and inner turmoil. Each poem is a window into a mind that has faced darkness and is striving to find li...
