—
a feeling of something
crawls up on me
it crawls everywhere
and i can't catch it
i can never catch it in time
it's everything and nothing
all at the same time
it's pain pierces my body
but i've never felt more numb
the only thing that makes it go away
is anything outside my head
which is confusing
because the things outside are the ones putting
all that shit in my head
all the things that want me dead
i hate how i feel
i hate how i act
how i've dug myself in a hole
so deep i can't get out
maybe this feeling is me
scraping against rock bottom
i don't think i could ever feel worse
it's selfish, i know
others hurt more
much more than me
but i can't stop raining
i can't clear these new cloudy skies
pouring down on me
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'identity'- poetry
Poetry"perhaps it's impossible to wear an identity without becoming what you pretend to be" a poem book exploring struggles with identity, emotions, and finding a place where you belong (a few of these poems are from my other poem book "inside me".)
