"I'm fine,"
I tell people.
But in reality,
I don't know what to tell them.
I don't know how I'm feeling.
Not really
happy.
Not really
sad.
But it's not nothing, either.
It's something,
but I can't describe it.
It's like a weight that's pulling me down,
a fog that's clouding my mind.
A fear of what's going to happen next in my life,
a fear of the future.
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The Light in the Dark (Completed)
PoetryCover made by the amazing @mikeyspizzadope (go check them out they're cool) It's 3 A.M., and you can't sleep. Your heart feels like it might burst out of your chest. Your ears are ringing, echoing in your brain, and everything hurts so badly. Your...
