im so many things rn
i want to be nothing
i want to be complete nothingness
and i want it to appear seemingly common
so society wont intervene with its forces
i want to become content with indifference even as it runs it courses
even as im associated with circumstances that i must render emotion to survive
my cry goes unnoticed
its muted to reduce it prevalence
im bearing the pits
of this hell i have the embarrassment to call my life
to call my existence //e.b.
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the thoughts of essie bell
Diversospoems that didn't make the cut. poems that are unprocessed and raw. poems about sensitivity, anxiety, self- acknowledgement, and so many other things....
