Beating hearts and dumb decisions
and unfounded giant egos
define who we are.
We are alive.
Taking risks without thinking twice
and regretting words we said
in anger and fear.
We are alive.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it."
"Forgive me. I can change."
But we don't know how.
We are alive.
Mistakes made and trust broken a thousand times.
We beg for infinite chances,
but refuse to give them.
We are alive.
The ones pushed too far are crazy
and too sensitive and neurotic,
and we are always right.
We are alive.
"Life goes on", "don't stop believing",
"everything happens for a reason".
We are gaslighted by romance and comedy.
We are alive.
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The Things We Don't Talk About
Poetry***Trigger Warning: Mental health, mental illness, eating disorders, suicidal ideation, self-harm*** A collection of poems delving into the dark side of the human experience. From high highs to low lows, emotion can be intense. And this collection s...
