Is it just me?
I thought I could live on my own,
But these monsters from my past refuse to leave me alone.
They persistently demand their presence in my life,
Is it just me?
I feel like something has been lost, yet nothing is truly missing.
Is it just me?
Every time I desperately try to pick myself up,
And cling to that flicker of hope I once had,
It feels like grasping water in cupped hands,
Just when I think I have it, it slips away from me.
Am I truly a hopeless case,
Or is it just me?
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Dean's Introspection and Poetry
PoetryI'm in my journey to self-discovery and understanding. I wanna do some introspection and allows myself for deep reflection and exploration of emotions and experiences. These poems are the reflection of my thoughts, emotions, life and experiences.
