It's natural to be sad but when it picks at your pieces. Tearing you apart like a ravenous beast you'll need a way to deal, so that all the stress heals. What worries me is that I may be left alone with my thoughts. Alone with a monster, my monster; the one I fabricated and darkened with the increasing negative thinking process. And it consumes me. Swallows me whole.
And all I'm looking for is the light at the end of the tunnel. However I can't find it, I'm trying, trying way too hard. And all I'm doing is wearing myself out but then you come along. The only one that can save me, or are you?
I'm just begging that at the end of the light of the tunnel, that there isn't a train that'll fuck me up more. I hope you stay my light, always remembered as the hero whom guided me through. Stay a legacy, please.
Please don't go and leave me alone. I need you, or do I? I don't even know. How would I know when a constant voice is whispering sweet nothing of paranoia? Anxiety constantly burdening my soul.
So I stay away in hopes of avoiding my minds predictions; left alone again listening to their words of torment.
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Just Another Yesterday
Poetry¡!Warning!¡ This book consists of thoughts, raw feelings and inevitable truths. This book may cause you to relate. So proceed with caution because it may ignite hidden emotions! ~completed~
