maybe
Maybe this is where I will spend the rest of my days.
Here in the depths of my own mind.
Questioning everything around me.
Falling in love with strangers.
That I will probably never see again.
I write these feelings.
The ones that contradict inside me.
The hope for love.
That hate for myself.
The anxiety of life.
And the ever-most unforgettable thoughts that I think
And often contradict inside me.
Maybe this is where I will spend my days
Typing away to an audience of people
Who read for entertainment.
And out of pure luck, they chose this to read.
Maybe this is where I will be.
Drowning in my own thoughts, that I can never get out.
a.b.
YOU ARE READING
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...
