Poem: "Happenings"

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Late nights.
Cry.
Listen to songs,
and cry again.
Tears fall.
Effortlessly at times
Emotional me.
Who are you? Is this me?
Memories.
Good days.
Miss those days...
Stuck in the past, been through a lot
Pain in my heart
I'm hurting. Bad...
Tears fall effortlessly to prove
You hurt me.
And they have too.
I often look away. Maybe I'm ashamed.
I feel vulnerable
...yet I know I'll overcome this.
But when, is the question...???
I've never been here before.
it's scary. Afraid to lose hope completely
Know that's not me.
God please.
"help me let this shit blow"
I just really need to let shit go.
Just hate change...
Adjustments. Those not in favor of me
No summer. All booked up...
Break? Where? Who?
Failure breaks me, but nothing is perfect
Misunderstood.
"Sad about the wrong things"
I guess I can't be fucked up about
-Losing my grandmother
-Losing a damn good "friend"
-School all year round'
-Stress all year round'
-Loneliness
-Not having my mom all to myself anymore
-Being in a ghetto and depressing city
-Tryna open shut doors
-Graduating next year with no concrete plan
-Struggling to socialize in a world where people don't shut the fuck up💯
List goes on...
I know I'm blessed. I'm beyond grateful.
No guilt trip.
If this was easy to get over...
to "get out of this mood",
don't you think I would?
Happiness is scarce nowadays. Short lived.
I still have unanswered questions.
fuck happened to you?
Shit,....–fuck happened to me?
But most importantly,
When will it end?

...really going thru a lot.
—tay 5/12 @ 4:42am


✨Inspiration: Rough patch in my life currently. I'm not fully in a depression, as I can still have days where I laugh and enjoy, but I've never been so....generally unhappy in my life. Sure we all go through shit, but since December shit has been sour. I'm still tore up about a lot of things, and on everything, I'm trying to stay afloat despite so much shit on my mental. I'm hurting like a mother fucker...
🤷🏽‍♀️
know I'll get through it, but I'm growing impatient.

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