My heart
is feeling
heavy.
Again.
Why?
Am I doing
something
wrong?
Or am I just
living?
And feeling
the heaviness of it all?
It is hard
to be a human.
To feel everything.
So. Much.
To lay in bed and feel
scared to move.
Because the monster in my head
is making up
the monster under my bed.
YOU ARE READING
The Questions (and Answers, Maybe)
PoesíaThis is a poetry book about questions I have on my mind almost all of the time. It's about poetry itself, my feelings, my points of view on some hard topics and more. It's very personal for me, but I know that many other people think about these thi...
