there are days i am on top of the world.
laughter with friends, amazing memories made, wind blowing. there are days i swear i can fly. on those days, i'm confident. i want everybody to see me & everything i have to offer. i am powerful.
but most times. the tide is pulling me under. it hurts to speak. it hurts to breathe. i can barely pull myself out of bed. on those days, it feels like everybody is out to get me. each problem a blow to the face.
it's almost impossible for me to see the world in grey. everything is black or white. good or bad. i don't have 'okay' days.
i can never find the 'grey', and that makes me feel insane.
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a racing mind
Poetrya 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 -
