because I would rather feel pain than mustering up the courage to say three simple words and move in with my life.
a sense of sadness lingers the air
weighing so heavily
it begins to seem like second nature.
I know where it
resides but like a
coward, I will
keep pretending—
I will lie to myself
that this is unsolvable.
This cloud
of gloom,
I want to stay here,
I want to stay in it.
I want to stay in this
poison and I want to
feel shame, sadness,
and any other thing
I can get.
Like a sadist
I want to feel this.
I deserve it.
It is better than
speaking the words
that could make this
unbearable sadness
simply go away
and perhaps lose
you to my honesty.
Such a dilemma:
drown in my sorrows or say the words on my chest.
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existential crisis: wellness and health
Poetryfor the ones who are hurt, heartbroken, overthinking, overwhelmed, and feel like they're slowly suffocating: OR for the ones who are deeply madly in love, are terribly obsessed, and or in a state of unrequitedness: "I hope you find the comfort you a...
