There she is
Looking at me
Who is she?
Why is she here?
Why do I have to suffer?
Why do I have to deal with her?
Why am I stuck with an uglier version of me?
She reaches out, darkness in her hands
She pull me in as hard as she can
I resist with all my strength
But to no avail
I am now sucked in
In an ocean of gray
No emotion
Just nothing at all
No sense of humanity
No memories fall
Who is she?
Why is she here?
But the bigger question
Who were I before?
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Worries of a Lost Soul
PoesíaAs a teenager struggling with mental health, self confidence and trying to figure life out, I started writing poems in stressful situations to help me sort out my thoughts. These poems include my deepest emotions and fears in life. I hope you can e...
