When my soul swirls, dusting in the ashes, I don't recognize who I am. I take everything even if it means I can't make the people around me smile.
Striking, peeling, aching, until I no longer can stand.
You'll miss her. I won't.
my anxiety will wait for me under the tree, my heart doesn't notice its presence, and it arrives thirty minutes late.
It's a rapid flow of burnt energy, trying to trick me into believing I'm tired.
I fall for it every time.
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Screaming Into The Void
Poetry#1 in poetry :) #1 in free verse :) Have you ever felt like it was the end? Like today was just a bad day? That no matter how many times you believe that something can happen that it just might not? That no one gives a damn at all? That all you do...
