there are some things in life you can't get back
once its gone, then its gone
lost like a puzzle piece
people dont usually understand
what its like to have a part of yourself ripped out by others
being belittled
to the point where the person who you were is a stranger to the person you are now
its not easy adapting to a new personality
that you constructed overtime
as a coping mechanism against others.
the mind is a very complicated thing,
you know,
The words float around in there
and stick to me
how my hands would stick to each other
if i had used super glue to attach them together.
the mind is powerful too,
i mean,
how did my mind manage to change me so much
to the point i dont know who i am?
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Projections Of The Mind
Randompoems about love, life and other things alike written by me. inspired by the love, happiness, fear and pain. all from my head to paper to your screens. all originally original. it gets better over time.
