The way my heart jumps at every sound.
The irritation and disappointment starting to make me drown.
Attempting to not find comfort in the late of night.
Attempting to remind myself that this torture isn't right.
Closing my eyes against the world around.
Closing the doors left open in hopelessness to be found.
The constant work of rewiring my heart.
The reminder of telling myself to stop before I fall apart.
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Chaotically Organized Part 1
ПоэзияWelcome to my chaotic mind, expressed in free verse poetry that just down right sucks, however it is the process of expression and finding myself. From healing, to pain, to falling down again, to hoping to find myself. Part 1: 2020 - December 2024...
