I'm never exactly sure how I feel,
Or how to explain it.
I'm never even really sure how to write about it.
I just can't blurt it out in a solid chunk.
I need to breath.
If I start to think about it all, collectively,
It hurts, like a hand reaching through
Grabbing and pulling on whatever it can.
It's the small things, that wouldn't matter to another person.
But they add up quick.
My head melds it all together,
In a dark corner with anxiety and doubt,
Everything bounces around, and around
Getting louder,
Growing,
Crushing everything they see.
Graduation, home, school, social life, my head
It's all wrong.
I'm supposed to be growing up,
So why am I so lost?
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A Collection of My Old Poetry
PoetrySo I decided I wanted to publish a bunch of my older poetry that I didn't want in my future publications but I didn't want it to go to waste so here it is! It does get dark at certain points, please know that I am okay! Many of these were written at...
