I can't be okay
I can't be the same
I can't remember anythingMy pain is a used paint tray
I can't let myself feel valid
I add more colours to the palette
Hoping that somehow I feel it's validBut no matter how much colour lands there
My pain is never enough for my brain to admit I'm not okay
My pain isn't enough for my brain to register something is wrongI can't be okay
I can't be same
All I am is stuck on replay
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The asylum of my thoughts [Poetry]
PoetryMy second collection of self-written poems, expressing my thoughts and feelings. ☆☆☆ Started: 16/07/2023 Concluded: 13/12/2023 ☆☆☆ 100 reads: 22/07/2023