Everyone and everything moving.
I'm still.
Each day the same thing.
Regretting the day before it begins.
Can it be that I'm on repeat?
Keep going I say, everyday.
I wake up to the mess in my head.
Maybe I should make it end?
But no, I won't,
I'm stronger than the voices...
In my head.
YOU ARE READING
A Gift To You
Thơ caDifferent poems for different situations. I tried to make them as realistic and raw so they may contain real events.
