im here
im right here
but i feel invisible
im just a voice wanting to be heard
hiding in the dark,
where there is nothing to been, nor heard,
where i am able to think, not observe
the dangers i am causing to myself and others,
because of the things my mind seems to wonder
i truly want to branch out and speak my thoughts
but the fear of those judging me,
makes me rather not
i am filled with insecurities and my anxiety controls me,
my depression makes me feel oh so lonely,
i see others be happy and live their best life,
if only i were bold enough to fly
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random book of poems| ♡
Poetrythese are just horrible poems i write when i think i have an idea. some might be depressing. my emotions
