I wish I could've lived in ignorance.
Pure bliss as no critical thoughts run through my head.
Unknowing to the dangers around me.
Not thinking of anything I see.
I am sinking.
I sink into the thoughts and arguments and reasonings and debilitations.
I sink and I cannot breath and everybody is yelling at me and I am drowning.
I want to scream.
I want to scream so much.
I want the world to pay attention and actually hear what I have to say.
But if I open my mouth the water will rush in and I will choke.
Perhaps in another world, this is my private island. Nothing can take my ease, as the sun is shining and the seagulls are singing. It is warm and it is sunny.
But then again I've never preferred the beach, and I've always been a fan of winter. When the birds chirp, it's amongst themselves.
This is not a private island.
I am stranded.
But I could've enjoyed the summer while it lasted.
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ballads of heartbreak
Poetry"I'm sorry that I'm like this, I'm trying my best" -essentially a diary, slight tw for being self destructive & harmful, some really good stuff crammed in with a bunch of nonsensical three am cry sessions
