Here we go.
Here we go again,
drowning in misery, anxiety.
Where did I go?
Who did I become?
You're falling, falling down.
You scream out loud, "Can you hear me?"
You're trying and you're fighting.
Where did I go?
Who did I become?
You're falling, falling down.
At the end of the night,
there are tears in your eyes
and the world comes crashing down on you.
And you say, "I'm okay."
You're falling, falling down.
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The Things We Don't Talk About
الشعر***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...
