i am sad;
i feel, not empty, but full of anxiety.
i wake up every morning, greatful that i am alive,
but am i really?
the world isn't a great place to be in.
the world is like a job, you don't like.
it sucks out my energy to be better for myself.
i try, i really do,
but it's difficult and i feel like a fool.
my mind is a room of toxins &
i don't know how to clear it.
YOU ARE READING
feelings.
Poetrya very raw description of my feelings. do not expect correct grammar because this is just what I write without editing. a mix of poems and writing on random topics. Raw. Real.
