my emotions are like if you swung across vines in a jungle.
high,
low,
high,
low.
you don't know what you're going to grab onto, but you can't ever predict it.
and sometimes if you grab into a specific one, it traps you, and you're stuck.
but once you're on the ground, it feels like you're hit with nothing.
boredom.
numbness.
it hits you in the face until you acknowledge it.
the swinging, is the only emotion you have. which is better, thank being stuck, in the middle of nowhere.
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Poems
PoetryThis is going to be a place where I write out all of my hidden feelings into poems. When I write them, they help me express how I feel inside, and help me along. If you relate, I'm here for you.
