Empty. Alone. Worthless. Sad. Crying. Screaming. Running. Jumping. Hurting. Feeling. Gone. Fine.
It's ok. It's ok until I'm alone at night.
It's ok until everyone leaves.
It's ok until my mom say she has to tell me something.
It's ok until my smile falls.
It's ok until I talk and know no one is listening.
It's ok until I break.
I fall down this hole. Unable to escape. Trapped. Terrified.
Darkness surrounds me and I cry, because there is nothing else I can do.
If I scream no one will hear. Then again silence is the loudest scream.
No one heard. No one payed attention and I got lost again.
I'm trying to find my way back but the weight on my shoulders pushes me down and I fall.
Broken. Yeah, I'm bleeding but that's ok. It's on the inside.
No one can see it. Only I can feel it, so why should I worry?
I should just push it back down and worry about it tomorrow when it comes back.
This monster has got a hold on me, but I've got a hold on it too.
See that's the problem, you want to get rid of your demons but you fear being alone.
Loneliness is the worst feeling in the world.
You feel alone in an empty room. You feel trapped, like you can't escape.
Talking to people feels more like a job than something you want to do.
It's hard to explain.
When I get to this place, the darkness consumes me and I just drown.
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Thoughts and Constellations
PoetryA year full of ups and downs, written down to make someone, somewhere feel something. This is my personal journal published for the world to see. All my thoughts and feelings for a year. It has no plot. It has no ending. It just ends. Good luck tryi...
