They say feelings are fleeting.
They'll come and go.
So tell me why this stays.
This horrid wretched state of mine where my heart feels like I'm undeserving of anything at all.
This feeling of suppression where I'm submitted to these deranged emotions of mine where I force myself to think that I no longer want to be here.
I no longer want to be here.
I don't want to exist, I don't want to exist.
These are the thoughts and feelings running to and fro from my mind.
These wide thoughts spreading across my brain, running and running, going and going.
Do you think it's easy? Not so.
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poem anthology (I'm So Afraid)
PoetryThe Truth Is I'm Afraid Of Living. the insecurities of the mind that which are hidden
