It went.
No anger spent.
Emotions kept.
But the thoughts crept.
To be alone.
Nothing to atone.
It isn't bad.
You just think you're sad.
Conditioned to this mind set.
Your brain is but a pet.
You can be on your own.
No need to be thrown a bone.
It's not the end.
Your life, it will continue to bend.
Be who you need.
Rely on no one to heed.
All you need is you.
That's really all you have to do.
YOU ARE READING
Stale Words
Poetry𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 is an ongoing book and collection of poems and sonnets made by me, inspired by my thoughts, dreams, and personal experiences. As someone who lives with depression and anxiety, a lot of my thoughts are bound to not be very pleas...
