"Bears are weird. They act like they are strong even when they are scared and alone."
The walls are closing in and I hear the whispering coming from the darkness, my eyes are bloodshot and wide.
My arms wrap around myself in a desperate attempt to hide myself away from my surroundings as fear creeps in.
My mind is a terrifying place to be when I'm alone, the paranoia and fear grabs me by the throat and screams at me.
When will you provide more?
When will you ever become more than what you are?
When will you become someone worthy of saving?
My hands shake as I beg for them to stop, for one moment of peace from the voices running rampant in the corners of my mind.
The constant fight to the death in my mind is a constant cycle and yet I act like it never happens.
I pretend like I am something greater than what I really am.
The fear claws at the inside of my being and I continue to bear the pain and hope I really am great.
My strength is a facade when in reality I am more terrified than a child learning how cruel the world is.
I wish I never learned how cruel my mind is, I wish I could ignore the loneliness my mind created.
I feel suffocated and empty even in the middle of the world surrounded by happy smiles and stupid jokes.
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Meraki ➳ poetry
Poetrymeraki [may-rah-kee] Greek (n.) To do something with soul, creativity, or love; to put something of yourself into your work. a poetry book full of poems i've written, some love poems and some angry ones, but they are mostly sad, because whe...
