I'm sorry but what the actual fuck
Wait
That was a bit strong
Excuse me while I spill my insides
I'm holding you hostage
Please do me the privilege of reading
The tears that I've been crying, glistening
On my cheeks
It hurts so much I don't know what to say
The skeletons in my closet that are about to decay
Close to dust
It hurts more than you know
Or more than I'd like to admit
But sometimes I just truly feel like shit
It's so overwhelming like I'm being engulfed
These feelings
I struggle to understand
I don't know
I can't tell where I stand
It's dark and it's messing me up
Sometimes I do not know myself '
It's like I'm a stranger to myself
"Why do I feel this way"
"I don't know"
"But I should know, shouldn't I??"
It actually crazy
All this fog
In my head is hazy
And I swear I didn't care
But the more I think the more I realise
I really don't know who I am
YOU ARE READING
Midnight Chronicles
Poetry+- Sometimes the hardest battles are fought within. We all hide pieces of ourselves, but what happens when the walls break down? You can never hide forever. Pain can be a powerful teacher and often teaches us painful truths, pain never lies. In life...
