She stares off into space, her brain and her heart demanding to be heard.
A consistent battle between the two, making it hard for her to distinguish exactly what she's feeling and thinking.
Jumbled fleeting thoughts and small bursts of loneliness.
A reminder that she is truly troubled and has no clue on the path she should take.
Hating certain things and attempting to connect timelines of when it all seemed to start.
Wondering if she'll ever feel completely safe to lay her heart bare for the world to see.
She yearns to hit rewind, as if somehow she could manipulate time.
However, she knows that the bed she's made and the beds that others have made for themselves, are to be laid in.
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Chaotically Organized
PoetryWelcome to my chaotic mind, expressed in free verse poetry that just down right sucks, however it is the process of expression and finding myself. From healing, to pain, to falling down again, to hoping to find myself. Chaotically organized and sh...
