I may look like I always have it together, but I don't. 90% of the time I'm in my head. I smile, I laugh, I say I'm okay. But I'm really really not.
I smoke weed to calm the voices in my mind. Oh God!! They're so loud!!
Woke up this morning, brushed my teeth, drank some tea and then smoked my weed.
"You look so happy". To look and to feel are two different things. And though I may look like it, I do not feel it. Centuries of loneliness and grief. So many losses, a heart ache that keeps me up night and day.
"We're strong", "I'm strong", "I can make it". I convince myself every time I feel trapped, exhausted and out of breath. Every time I come to a cross point with life.
I may look like I'm always happy, but deep down. I'm as sad as those cold long winter days. And I'm trying my best, but sometimes our best isn't enough. Nothing sometimes is enough. No money, no friends, no family, nothing around you feels satisfying.
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Under The Sun
SpiritualUnder The sun is poetry book with pros and con. This book contains poems for self help. A lot of the work comes from personal experience. And I hope you love and enjoy it. Thank you.
