I think the world is changing.
I know that I am.
I used to be happy.
Would you look at that.
There nothing happy about the way that I live.
Avoiding mirrors and people.
Not wanting to see.
Wishing I was blinded so that I couldnt hate what I looked like.
But then what would I hate more.
The way I talked.
Or the fact that I couldn't see.
I wish that I didn't have this sickness, incurable It seems.
I'm sorry you had to witness my destruction,
Its a terrible thing, really.
To watch someone you love fall apart.
I know because I've seen it happen.
I'm oh so sorry I put you through this.
Please forgive me.
YOU ARE READING
ØVERTHINKING
PoetryØverthinking leads tø fear. Fear leads tø anxiety. Døn't knøw what's inside øf me. F A L L I N G Everyøne has their demøns. Søme møre than øthers. These are mine
