I feel like I can hear everything right now, like my heart is beating so quick and i'm nervous for no reason, i'm discovering things about myself with nothing to show for it, all of that is very complex and it's obvious i can't go on like this, it's one thing to be deep in thought momentarily, it's another thing to be forever thinking, forever doubting, forever breathing quick, forever hearing everything around you and forever feeling sorry for yourself, I think i'm a lot more scared than I imagine, not necessarily frightened, but more so stalled, like scared to move because what if i don't like where i'm going, but also scared of stopping because I know i don't like where I am, but I have to do something eventually, maybe i'll start small, sometimes i'll move and sometimes i'll stand still, it's scarier to move though, it's better to sit in the pain you know, than to dance in the one you don't.
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Until she was happy
PoetryHappiness is a privilege and i talk deep so this whole book is a possible trigger warning. Don't look at this as a way to find peace in your darkness, this doesn't offer that, look unto this as a way to hurt with someone else, and find peace in the...
