With thoughts continuously flooding my brain, I think of all of the possibilities that may or may not happen.
From whether I need to put my hair up because I don't know if My hair will be a rats nest or not, to If anyone that I love will die if one of my actions were taken wrong.
I sit in a hot shower, barely able to breath with all of the steam congesting my lungs, and not able to move because if I do the burning water will ache at the touch of my skin. While I go onto my day to day activities the haunting worries never go away, You wonder if things will ever change.
You wonder every possibility, to every possible thing.
Your past, Your future, your present.
The trauma you have ever endured never goes away.
You're told to just deal with it. You're told the world doesn't care and that earth will never stop rotating so just keep pushing. Every word of that is true,
but why does my brain always keep spinning?
Why can't I just breath?
Why can't regular life suffice?
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My Beautiful Ending
PoetryInvolves poetry through everything in between the , Beautiful beginning, the rocky middle and the Beautiful ending of me. Warning! These may be triggering to some people as they do talk about trauma, depression, and many other things!
