The Blur
Always seem to be the mess up. Screw up. Let down. Insecurities eat me alive and there isn't a damn thing I can do.
Messing up.
Darkness.
Chaos.
Solitude.
Your own mind is a black space no room to breathe. Then out of the shadows a brightness so blinding, so beautiful.
You jump.
Off the cliff with the ragged edges. You just want to touch the brightness.
The fingers are so close.
And you missed it and to your demise you are now contently falling into the black hole of despair.
- Siddy
First one!! Kinda deep 😐 Anyways I was feeling kinda down when I wrote this. More to come for sure like, and share 😊
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Poetry
PoetryThoughts in the form of poetry. Honestly don't know what's going on half the time in my head, but only time will tell 🤯 On a long journey through life that comes with ups and downs. ❤️ All rights reserved basically get your own stuff don't steal...
