I wrote this poem on a bad day at like 1 in the morning (so the grammar was so bad, you have no idea) but I completely forgot I wrote it until about 3 days later and I was like, "Who the hell wrote this in my notes and why is it so bad?" but I fixed everything and although it may not be one of my greatest works, here it is :P
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Storms and Seas
If I end up speaking about the storms in my head
People shut it down like a wave in the ocean
Fleeting and fast, before it's suddenly gone
They say it's okay and that they understand
But do they really know my mess of a mind?
Everyone has their own problems and struggles
So does it help if I push my down?
If I bottle them up and keep them in
Then I can help fight other people's battles
And I'll just survive mine all alone
But whatever will happen to me and my soul?
Am I just numb or not human anymore?
Do I keep my feelings hidden for now?
If so, when can I finally set them free?
Or maybe I just never will
I'm sorry if I ever lose this fight
I can promise I tried my best to win
But sometimes the wave gets too big
And I disappear into the sea
Deeper
Deeper
And my downward spiral begins.
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Letters To No One
PoetryA poetry/journal book for me so I can get my feelings onto somewhere and not drown in them :D TW: implied suicidal thoughts, body dysmorphia, and possibly others (you've been warned) Don't let other opinions alter your reality ;) Published: Jul 28...
