these are the nights i lay lonely.
not quite knowing what my future held, my tears drowned my pillow. numbness suffocating me, nobody around to help me.
it felt like everybody was holding me down; shoving assignments, expectations, and sleepless nights down my throat.
i'm tired of trying to compete to stay alive.
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a racing mind
Poésiea collection of poetry, dedicated to the aching hearts who need help finding the words to describe their sorrow, but also words to help you see the best in things. - all poetry written by me unless stated otherwise -
