I'm a mess
I'm no less than the others
Nonetheless
I'm anxious
I'm confused.
They say
Everything will be just fine,
But there are no other signs.
There are days I hate when I am me,
Days when I wanna disappear.
Sorry became my favorite word
Crying was my every day.
All of the truth, all of the love
That I want to feel,
Were never there for me to heal.
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Late Night Poems
Poetrya compilation of poems and thoughts that I made at night while i suffer with fear and delusions with everything that surrounds me. Love is a very fearful thing i suppose and yeah, it feels good to love.
