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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: June 03, 2017

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Submitted: June 03, 2017



I’m lying here under covers
and have sadness at heart
Inside me I am feeling gigantic balls
of fear and depression

I’m sad to an uncontrollably point
I want it to stop
and it’s so consuming, overpowering

I can’t see the brightside
can’t feel the great things outside of this
I’m in such pain
it won’t stop

the tears
the feelings
I can’t tell anyone
cause I don’t understand it myself

Everything seeps
everything tears
everything burns

I feel intolerably something
Wish I could exist as air
it’d be much easier
much simpler
so i wouldn’t have to keep up my existence in life

i’m so over
so tired
so shy
so nerve wrecking
so terrified
so traumatized

i dont even wana talk about this any more

i’m so sick of myself
If I could,
I wish I could live the rest of my days here on earth crying every single day in the dark until it’s time for death to hold me

and it’s really sad
and it’s really bad
but that’s how i feel

How much I wana give in and shelter myself from everything
Cause i dont have the emotional strength or will here at all at times

maybe i’m just tired of being young
or maybe i’m forever lost of identity
a lot of times i feel like what is my personality?
And how am i even gona sell my personality to the industry?


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