As I sit here in apathy,
I'm sick of wondering what's in store for me
because I don't care anymore.
I don't care.
As I lie here in the dark,
I'm sick of trying so fucking hard
and having nobody notice,
nobody care.
I am dead inside.
I don't feel alive at all.
And I just wanna lay here.
I just wanna sleep.
"I'm fine. I'm just tired."
Just sleep.
I'm not waking up anymore.
I lay in my bed
and stare at these four walls,
painted blue.
And I decay
and I lose everything.
But what the hell am I supposed to do?
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
The Things We Don't Talk About
Şiir***Trigger Warning: Mental health, mental illness, eating disorders, suicidal ideation, self-harm*** A collection of poems delving into the dark side of the human experience. From high highs to low lows, emotion can be intense. And this collection s...
