I remember seeing the world as this big, big ball of blue and green when I was younger.
Watching intently as the teacher explained
continents and islands,
oceans and seas,
little me realized how tiny she was in this big, massive world. Little me wanted to go big in this big, big world.
But now I feel so claustrophobic. I feel extremely stuck between daily routines, expectations, social reputations and what not.
I'm exhausted of worrying about every fucking thing.
No Maam, I barely attempted the fucking homework
I've had enough of crying myself to sleep because I coudn't find any affirmation to feed my inner self with.
Fuck them honey, I am beautiful!
I wanna physically fucking scream at someone, something, an abyss maybe.
I'M SO FUCKING SICK OF IT AAAAAALL!
I want to be held in his arms, comforted with hope, assured that I'll never be harmed.
"I gotchu baby"
Law, I feel so fucking broken; I swear I'm drowning and no one's near enough to save me.
The world is closing in on me, it's suffocating me and no one can rescue me.
Absolutely no one but myself.
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MK's Thoughts
PoetrySo this is my first ever piece on Wattpad and I kinda feel nervous about it lol. It's an abstract collection of all the things I think about on a daily so it doesn't really have a theme. I'm writing all of it here- the good, the great, the bad and t...
