I always think I'm getting somewhere.
That I'm "getting better".
That I'm healing from the traumas of my past that follow me like a chain.
But in reality I'm getting no where.
In reality I'm still in pain.
In reality it still eats me away and still hurts me just like it did when it happened.
I want to let go.
I want to fly.
I want to be fine and okay and not just use those to cover up the Lies.
It's like even I am fooling myself and don't realize I'm covering up the lies until I break down and realize how broken I am still.
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
Drowning Under Humanity
ŞiirMy cover may not be pretty, And my insides may be dark, But the poetry that I have within my pages... They tell a story that no one can maintain. It's okay to not be okay, Happiness can be a mask. Sadness can be the water, In a sea that has a st...
