We don't have the same feelings,
or hear the same noises,
we don't think the same thoughts,
or smells the same things,
we're not at the same places,
with no confidence no changes,
no considering actions,
only way to big reactions,
if I could let things go,
then I would let them flow,
I don't know where to go,
I'm moving so slow
YOU ARE READING
dear diary
شِعر⚠Suicidal, self-harming, abuse, can be triggering ⚠ A diary of poesi and textes about me and what I'm going through. It can be hard to understand.
