I feel like I'm going crazy.
I'm losing my mind.
I'm so lost in a
Remembrance place.
I'm overfloating over, over
my thoughts.
But my true self.
And poor soul
I'm panicking inside
I don't know what to do
I know now,
I'm suffocating.
That's what I feel,
But not yet to not write again.
YOU ARE READING
My Own Kind Of Poetry
Poetrywords scrunched up in sentences that makes only sense to me. cause no one understands.
