Why?
Why am I here, left to look at the world in all its pain, blind to the joy, the life, that I once saw everywhere?
I feel lost
Where do I go?
What do I do?
When the feeling of impending doom lies heavy on my chest with every waking breath?
It's suffocating
I can't breathe
I can't move
I feel stuck, trapped inside my life. Trapped inside my bed.
The only joy I can truly experience is when I'm looking at other peoples lives.
But other people have it worse. I know that I am privileged. So why can I still not find joy in who I am?
I know that no matter what people have been through, whether it be losing a finger, or losing an arm, you should never take away from the trauma either feels, because in the end, they both lost a part of them, no matter how big.
So why do I still feel my pain is invalid?
Why do I feel my life is invalid?
I'm a good person, right?
I try to be.
If anyone is listening
If anyone can help
Please just tell me
Why?
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Poems
PoetryThese are the poems that I have been saving in my notes for about a year, they range from fiction to reality, to a fair mix of both. Ive never been able to make poems that rhyme, so if you dislike poems that dont have a rhyming scheme, then please d...
