random book of poems| ♡

b r e a k d o w n s

2 am with no sleep,
trying to find possible ways to actually breathe
all this feelings mixed in your mind and your heart
they confuse you so much that you don't know where to start
people surrounding you may make you feel empty
possibly because they'll never understand something so heavy
lonely nights, lonely days
being locked inside a horrible daze
you find the positive side and try
yet deep inside all you want to do is cry
so you do and it only makes things worse
metaphorically your mind is like a purse
you keep these things inside it
because you don't know where to hide it
and when you finally let them out
the realization to you is like a drought
it dries you up but not enough
nothing can stop you from it because it's like a drug
there's no point in helping now
nothing helps my breakdowns