Lately, I haven't felt like myself,
Hell, I don't even know who 'myself' is.
I look in the mirror each morning and see a girl completely different than she was yesterday.
I see someone I don't recognise staring back at me.
Her wide eyes are terrified.
Not only that, but they're tired.
Tired of not knowing.
Tired of feeling alone.
Tired of living this life she was given.
Her eyes are also empty.
As if the world has sucked all the joy from her life.
Empty as if all the people who have left her have taken a piece of her heart with them.
Empty as if she has lost motivation.
Motivation to live.
Motivation to get up.
Motivation to even look in the mirror.
Because she is so afraid of what she might see.
So afraid that she will hate what she sees.
Who she sees.
And she does.
She hates what she finds every damn time she looks in the mirror.
And she's
So
Close
To
Giving
Up.
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A Collection of Randomness
De TodoThis is just a collection of some of the poems and random thoughts I've written when I needed an outlet. It's kind of a vent space for me I guess? Idk. I just wanted to share them.
