walking around in pieces
looking inside , I'm bleeding
crying out tears that noone can hear,
I'm trying
but can't set free
committing crimes on happiness
by killing it everyday
and over and over I'm trying
but haven't learned just yet
to let go
of my unnecessary
thoughts
worries
and stress.
YOU ARE READING
Introspective of an introvert
PoetryWe're all the same. We feel the same but we manifest it uniquely. The words I say you feel them too.
