I absorb the things I love,
Like it was sunshine to my soul.
But once they made me happy,
I spit them out, I loose control.
Now I'm scared of feeling
Stuffed with all this endless joy.
I keep staring at the bottom
Like it's my favourite missing toy.
I avoid what makes me anxious,
In fact, I deny all what's good.
Feeling great means feeling bad,
But why? - I never understood.
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Written by the Wind
PoetryIf things get too terrible to speak them out loud, that's when I start writing.. A compliation of my german and english poems. //Eine Zusammenstellung meiner deutschen und englischen Gedichte. Don't read it if you're easily triggered. These poems am...
