Wrote this sooo long ago and rediscovered it in my files bruh TwT why is this forgotten poetry i keep finding kinda slap ok me: *writes poetry, like several months ago* me now: wow why do i like relate to this my subconscious: maybe because you freaking wrote it right arrow/click/space to go forward left arrow to go back or you can read it right here in the desc --------- And yes I obsess Over things I can't control so I string some beads together to try and make sense of the world Everything hurts When I'm like this Thinking hurts When I'm like this Gonna cry But I don't have the time Barely have a minute Just to catch my breath There's no time in the day To let my heart beat At the regular pace Gonna lay here for a minute And wait for it all to stop hurting My stomach, My knees, My elbows, My head And my heart, in the corner Where I store all of the painful memories I'm writing poetry past my bedtime The light is harsh But the world is harsher My eyes strain But it's worth it To get these words down on paper I hope that when tomorrow comes I'll chin up I'll feel better So I'll go to sleep for now Try to repair the things I've found I'll let my body heal If only it were healing that I needed. ----------- im doing..... alright anyway k bye - blue
