i always know
when it's starting again:
the way i stare at the wall,
the storm inside me,
so drowningly loud,
yet impossibly silent.
i feel everything,
and nothing,
all at once.
"is everything okay?"
i don't know.
"how are you feeling today?"
i don't know.
"you seem a little off, what's wrong?"
i. don't. know.
it's a paralyzing weight,
a silence too heavy to explain,
a feeling too complicated for words.
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trying to do some poetry
Poetryhi, my name is vanessa and i'm just ''trying to do some poetry''. it's a way to get along with my thoughts and to deal with them. instead of overthinking everything, i started to write. to transform those bad, overwhelming thoughts into beautiful po...
