restless
I used to be scared of the dark, I actually still am. I'm scared of what lies within it. I know there are no such things as monsters but my mind has a wild imagination. It keeps me awake at night, thinking that someone is eventually going to come and steal me away. So it leaves me restless and anxious. Sometimes, I just want to sleep, but my mind says hello.
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𝐀 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑
PoetryThis is my story- told through the thoughts I couldn't keep inside. A collection of moments, feelings, and truths I've learned to face and finally accept. These poems are pieces of me, shared for anyone who needs to feel less alone. If you're readin...
