hey guys so this isn't really a poem, just a bunch of thoughts that ran through my head and i just wanted to share them with you. Enjoy i guess??_________________________________________
I can feel my two halves as they struggle, i can feel them pull at one another, pick each other undone. Im so sick of feeling this way.
I can feel my mind tugging at its own fabric, pulling me towards to the comforts of sheets, blankets, pillows and warmth. Im the sort of tired that sleep just cannot fix.
Im so sick of expressing my pain through metaphors, its just there. But i guess thats the only way to reach people now, say something but mean something else.
Do you ever just miss someone so much that you can feel the void inside of you? Like a part of you went with them and nothing will ever fill it, that pisses me off.
Im tired of being tired and I'm exhausted from being so tired. Its an existential thing i guess.
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PoetryA collection of poems made in a dark time of my life. I made this book so that I could share my happiness and pain with others who might understand, but more importantly, this book is for those who need to be understood. Hope you all enjoy! Please...
