sometimes I cry or breakdown to make sure my emotions are real.
i just don't know what's real or what's not.
i portray myself differently to meet new people,
give them the attention that i want,
only to never receive it in return.
how starved can one become?
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My Poems Of Unrest
Poetryif u came across this, hey! these are just some poems I made describing things that i couldn't really describe or say physically, out loud. *WARNING* there is triggering content in these poems (self-harm, depression, anxiety, identity crisis, etc) t...
