Cramped
That's how my head feels
Cramped
But not overcrowded
More than crowded, but I know
It's not enough to overwhelm
So that's why I say it in my own way
My head feels cramped.
I've tried to write and tried to speak
But somehow I find I'm too weak
I can't see why I cannot write
Even though I try with all my might
I wish I could start again
I want to go back and say
You're enough, more than enough
Trust the process and follow the way
Because the me back then would hear me now
And would listen to what I have to share
But the me right now, despite all this,
Would find it hard, though I'm aware
You don't have to prove yourself
Not to them, and not even yourself
Don't keep it in, it's okay
Let it out, you can let show
But even if I say that now
I feel overwhelmed and so confused
What should I say? What should I do?
I get so awkward and I feel the blues
Cramped
That's how my head feels
Cramped
Is this how it's going to be?
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The Darkness Within: Vol. 4
PoetryThird notebook, third book. This is where it gets real. Warning: Not for the faint of heart. Just kidding lmaooo (Or am I??) But yeah anyways, here we go on our third (unofficially fourth) rollercoaster ride! It will be undergoing some edits soon. A...
