The thought of dying does not scare me, everything and everyone dies, people leave and there is nothing I can do about that, I can't beg on my knees for the attention of someone else, but it's 4am and quiet outside, the type of quiet that comforts sad, my brain is working in overdrive lately, days have melted into one and night-time has become long, the hours seem to be dragging but passing me by so fast at the same time and that confuses me because I don't know how I am meant to be feeling when nothing has become the normal, but I don't like feeling nothing because it is as if I am existing with no real purpose, and existing with no purpose makes me feel mechanical just going through the motions, kind of there but definitely not.
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Letters In My Head
PoetryI will write letters in my head laced with blood and tears to create a sense of reality to fight my fears in a world that is broken and bruised, i've been misplaced. Some topics covered in my poems might cause distress so please read at your own ri...
