I'm panicking.
Something bad is going to happen.
I know it.
Someone is going to die soon.
Someone is going to leave me.
I just know it.
I have this gut feeling.
A feeling that I'll be left alone yet again.
This can't happen again.
I don't know what I'll do with myself.
I'll just fall apart again.
Quicker than I am right now.
YOU ARE READING
My Mind.
PoetryNo one is quite fixable. We just need to find the beauty in our ugliness. That will be how we overcome this world.
