Emotions.
My God, emotions.
I don't know where to find mine,
And when I do, I don't know what they are.
Categorizing and sorting,
It's all such hard work just to figure out what I feel.
Is it my meds?
My depression?
My PTSD?
Who the fuck knows.
But it's more work trying to figure out which one of my issues is the issue.
See my dilemma?
YOU ARE READING
REALITY
PoetryPoetry for those few souls that long for realness our world lacks Written not for reads but a place where I can write my feelings so I can attempt understand them myself. ••• To the boy that changed me. Heartbreak or not, you will live on in my burn...
