"It's not on me," I tell myself,
but I still cry for those
who lose the ones they love.
I feel their sadness,
though it was never mine to feel.
"It's not on me," I say again,
yet my heart breaks for friendships
that fall apart,
for words left unsaid,
for bonds that end in silence.
"It's not on me," I try to believe,
but their pain finds its way to me,
and even though I can't fix it,
I carry it with me anyway.
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Don't we all at some point in our lives say, "It's not on me," and yet, end up taking things on ourselves?
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Trapped in my own head
PoetryShe is an outcast. She finds it easier to express what she feels in the form of writing. Whether it is poems, letters or long texts. These are poems that she writes trying to describe how it feels to live with certain mental health issues, in a worl...
