I'm exhausted,
I can't do this anymore,
I don't want to live.But then I think silently,
Actually, actually I just want to grab a cup of coffee,
my comfort food, a nice book,
And sit in bed all day without worrying about falling behind
in a world that runs so fast.I just want to sit back and relax for once
without having a thought at the back of my head,
erasing the chaos in my mind and heart.
YOU ARE READING
Trapped in my own head
PoetryShe is an outcast. She finds it easier to express what she feels in the form of writing. Whether it is poems, letters or long texts. These are poems that she writes trying to describe how it feels to live with certain mental health issues, in a worl...