I find my days to be one mush not exactly
sure, when something happened but I know
it happened. Not sure when but I slowly started
staying up late and waking up even later. Sleeping
for 12 hours or longer. I don't know when it
happened but my sense of time went away. Nothing
seems to matter anymore so why would it matter
what day it is, why would it matter what time it is, what season it is. I do not live in this world I live in my room, I live in my head, I live in my depression and anxiety.
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The live's I've lived
PoetryThis is a collection of poems and pieces of writing. That I have written over the last 2 years of my life. I've never been one to actually live. To take the risk. A lot of the things I have written are about things that have happened in my head. Or...
