breathing feels unnatural
heart is unsteady
too many things going on in my mind
every second ringing
like a bell in my brain
or a broken toy that runs by string
i want to get out
i want to run away
but i can't back out
and there's nowhere to run
i regret saying yes
i hate what i've become
i hate everything about this
but what choice do i have
i shouldn't be forced
should be of my own accord
but again it seems
i didn't do this for myself
i did it for the sake of it
i did it just because
didn't think things through
didn't use my heart
heck i didn't even use my head
i just acted
and now it's come to hang on eternally
and haunt me every moment
YOU ARE READING
tho(ugh)ts
Poetrycontent warning! some poems may have minor cursing and dark themes! my messy thoughts compressed into a series of poetry (dark mode recommended)
