I'm trying to help everyone out with their problems when I don't know how to help myself.
I can make paragraphs of advice endlessly but never compose as much as a sentence for my own good.
I give myself to everyone bc they need me but I'd be a burden if I asked them to see me.
I'd lay my heart on a blade till there's nothing of me left but can't save myself as I linger on regrets.
I have a vivid dream but no motivation to drive me.
I always smile like I breathe easy but I'm obviously drowning.
I can't see the light.
I can't find the silver lining.
The sun is gone, all is cold, and I'm internally dying.
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Words I've Kept
ПоэзияThis is my coping mechanism. I love poetry and feel like it's the only anchor for me some days. I thank those who have me strength to share. I write about Trauma and dark moments of my life so if those aren't for you neither is this.
