i exist as polar opposites,
i can never be okay, or good, or alright, or fine.
i am bouncing off the walls, i am dancing around the kitchen, i am laying awake at 2am, i am a manic high so intense that i can't keep my eyes shut.
i am hopelessness so deep that i can't drag myself out of bed, i am my doctors advising my family that medication won't help, i am listening through the walls to my mum crying on a monday, i am embarrassment and self hatred so relentless that i stay in my house for a week.
i don't know how to balance myself.
i don't know how to feel unless it's in extremes.
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Sleepy Towns and Cemeteries - a collection of poems
Poetrystreets here are cemeteries they feel alive when they're dead he wakes up all of the skeletons every time i look at him - sleepy towns and cemeteries, Nicole Dollanganger this is a collection of poems and short pieces i have written
