Today, I can't breathe.
Today, I'm drowning in a sea of negativity. No, that's not right. It was yesterday night, it was Thursday night too.
"What's going on?" I ask myself, but I have no way of knowing what this war in my mind has in store. I'm surprised at myself. I haven't written in so long.
Maybe it's bc things haven't been bad enough that I needed to.
But here I am.
Are you going to tell me that faking positivity like I've tried to do, doesn't work? Maybe not for you.
Are you going to shoot me down and say, "okay then" when I tell you it's my way of coping?
Alright, you want the truth? I'm drowning as I said before. I'm drowning and I can't seem to want to pretend anymore. Is this what you want to hear? If you heard it what would you even say? "I'm sorry"? Or "same here?" Wow, thank you dear.
I'm ok now.
YOU ARE READING
Sense of Exile
Poetry'Exile refers to the state of being barred from one's native country. It represents a profound sense of loss and separation, impacting identity and belonging.' I hope you feel less alone here.
