confined in an empty space
thinking of ways to make life easier
the stress eats at you
making you slowly lose your mind
until you calm down eventually
and repeat the cycle all over again
you make wishes, you pray
hoping to find a way out of that confined space
you lose hope, eventually
your demons speak to you
they speak words others can't
and you fall
because you can't tell fiction from reality anymore
you lay in bed
overthinking every little detail
it makes you feel useful
until you close your eyes
and fall asleep
you try and fix yourself
and sometimes things work out
but sometimes they don't
and it's okay
learn from mistakes
and make your next move
YOU ARE READING
flower girl
PoetryI found love, lies, and broken hearts. I had found me; I embraced the world and everything it gave. In a notebook beside my bed, I had kept some things in, and it was time I had finally let them escape. c.m.
