i can feel my soul shaking in the view of what i love
it never wants to be seen down when i try so hard
the eyes search me
takes from my pockets all i hold dear
robs me of any feeling i care about
ive felt unloved
ive felt betrayed
ive felt lied to
but worthless? its not often i feel like that
but i can barely trust what you say
not because of you but because the last time i loved
but i was being lied to for a time
and i just
i want to believe everything you say
and i trust you
but i dont trust myself to hear it and take it in without issue
my mind is talking to me while half asleep
the concrete beneath my feet keeps me moving
running from self love
because next brings what i want in the future
what im working towards
i just want to
be happy for once
and i cant trust my mind
to take everything at face value
because i feel i was made for something
'course, could be wrong
my parents do call me a mistake
all i can focus on
is you being happy.
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I'll Be Fine (pt. 2 of 2)
Poetrypoetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife
