Lying on my bed
In the darkness of night
Messed up by my unclear thoughts
Tearing up all alone in the pool of self-doubts
Accusing myself for every bad decision
Seeking for answers
Finding where I went wrong
Going through the reasons of why am I not good enough
And then your thought crosses my mind
The hard exterior breaks
A conflict between reasoning and emotions
First, the remorse of putting myself through it
Second, the quisling tears deceiving me for you
Surrounded by the chaos of loving you
I wish there would be nothing left I feel
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When your alone in your bed at night..this happens
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The Chaos Of Breakdowns
PoetryWe all go through breakdowns. Not once not twice but again and again. Sometimes we stand up. Sometimes we fall hard with no hope. Sometimes we give up. Because when it hurts, it hurts bad.
