my head is all cluttered
my heart is too weak
I have too much time on my hands and
I think too much.
these insecurities are taking over me
I just want to run away
into the darkness
where no one can see or judge me.
I'm sick of these anxieties
and all these people
who are fucking with my mind
this block of creativity is messing me up.
YOU ARE READING
blown away with the colors
Poetrycolors are all we see, all we feel. this is my first poetry book so some of them probably suck lol I hope you like it :) (completed✅)
