Worn out, Exhausted to my core.
I've had enough of this rollercoaster ride,
With all it's ups and downs,
With all it's highs and lows.
I'm afraid to fall from the high,
I'll probably die once I land on the ground.
Slowly fading away, bleeding out until there's nothing left.
So when do I get off this rollercoaster ride,
Maybe when it's at its lowest.
But when it's at its lowest, I keep waiting for the high to follow.
Don't know how much more my heart can take,
There's a constant war inside my mind.
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Alone with my raging thoughts - Part 2
Non-FictionThis is a continuation of Alone with my raging thoughts. Just more poetry and more thoughts. Like an endless pool of thoughts.
