my world is spinning yet this room is idle.
i watch myself lose control of everything i worked for; as my mind paces reasons to scream, cry, or even throw up.
my eyes are still, focusing on little things in the room.
i find the rest of my body shaking as i spiral into thoughts that cut me inside out.
realizing my mind would self-sabotage my entire life
why am i like this?.
YOU ARE READING
quietly misunderstood.
Poetrywords i jamble together when im sad, happy, frustrated, etc. i hope someone can relate to these and understand there not alone.
