Everything feels incomplete. I became aware of how temporary this life is. I feel empty and alone. I search for answers on the wall, I try to change through looks of my apartment. I'm desperately trying to break out of the prison called time.
I feel nauseous, sick to my stomach. I don't feel my heart beating in my chest. I'm not living, just existing.
I get consumed by my thoughts, I don't know how to turn them off.
These feelings stop by once upon a time. Then I forget about them for a while. I always get consumed again. I can't fight it. It gets dark and quiet. I feel like I am alone in the world , no one to go to. No to call but at the end of the day they wouldn't even care at all.
JE LEEST
Liefste dagboek
PoetryTake a look inside my messy head. I always forget things so I want to share them with you before I forget them.
