I'm sad with myself,
I'm mad with myself,
I'm incredibly lost with myself,
Reached the point of exhaust with myself.
Sorry I'm self-centred, I can't stop talking about myself,
But you know something, I'm struggling with myself,
I'm struggling with my health,
I'm struggling in this hell
That I can't get away from, because this hell
Is myself.
YOU ARE READING
An Amalgamation of Words
PoetryI'm almost as bad at writing descriptions as I am at writing poems, but at least I tried. Sharing my inner turmoil, one poorly worded sentence at a time.
