My insecurities eat me,
The merry-go-round in my head is making me dizzy,
Years and years to get this far,
I'm sorry,
I am not ready, we were not ready,
A flame that was ignited too soon,
The thought of it ending like ashes is a rash on my heart and possibly my soul
Let me off with a warning,
A red card,
A citation,
My brain runs all the time,
How to forget,
The drops of rain haven't left my eyes and the only thing I have are the drinks I drown in,
The heaviness on my chest is not going away,
Where will this take me?
Where will I go?
I'm in the place of the unknown and I don't see the entrance.
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The Pieces
PoetryPoetry that I write when I feel angry, sad, or when I just need to write. This is mostly for me to vent but if you want to see my poetry and read about the rollercoaster that is my life go all for it.
