Sometimes I forget the reasons to live.
Sometimes I hurt too much to feel.
Sometimes I'm too numb to function.
Sometimes I forget how to feel.
Sometimes a bad day is catastrophic.
And that's okay.
Sometimes I just want it to stop.
And that's okay.
Take it one step at a time.
Breathe.
Feel it wash over you.
You are in control.
You are worth it.
YOU ARE READING
Just Poetry
PoetrySo this is me being an angsty teenager, a sad bean, a happy potato, but most of all, a fucked up mushroom.
