Scattered thoughts and ripped seams
Falling apart from the top,
No one around with a needle and thread
We are destined to be
It seems
To fall apart
All at the seams
Unraveling,
Just like our words.
YOU ARE READING
ØVERTHINKING
PoetryØverthinking leads tø fear. Fear leads tø anxiety. Døn't knøw what's inside øf me. F A L L I N G Everyøne has their demøns. Søme møre than øthers. These are mine
