I'm scared
My mind is making my body impaired
I'm not just mentally, but also physically detached
What if I disappeared and did't leave a scratch
Would you remember who I was
Would you care that I am gone
Would anyone pause
Would my memory live on?
Did I mean anything at all
Were my tears too silent, like rainfall
Did they wash away my sense of self?
Is this why my life caved in on itself?
P.s: this poem esk thing came from a really really really dark place I've been stuck in for the past few weeks. :/ big YIKESSSS
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What am I doing here?
PoesíaI've never really been into writing poetry. Frankly, I'm not so sure I even comprehend how to write it. However, lately i've struggled to go to sleep at night, and I've written down some of the words that have troubled my mind. I don't know. I don't...
