I lay in bed, facing the ceiling,
questioning my life;
or life in general.
I can go from cheery and foolish
to dry and depressing,
in ten seconds flat.
ever grip the sheets so hard,
for no reason other than
withstanding the pain?
because life isn't a gift to everyone,
but it's also not a curse to all.
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A Collection of Poems (Publishing)
PoetryExplore my entrance from adolescence into adulthood as I experience internal struggles such as depression and social anxiety, as well as awkward situations and first loves. It's gonna be shit show.
