it happened again.
i don't know how i'm supposed to make it a second time.
write forty poems on how i don't feel well,
but still steal stares at you from any angle.
act like i don't care, to be eaten alive once more.
i thought it would get easier to get better.
it's hard when there is no will.
easier to let myself fall.
a part of me almost doesn't want to,
but the feeling's too strong.
YOU ARE READING
𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌
Poetrystatic stat·ic ˈstat-ik. adjective characterized by a lack of movement or change trigger warning: read at your own risk! | just an unnecessarily long collection of me trying to get over my feelings
