I'm not good or bad
I'm not necessarily happy or sad
i'm in the middle
and that's just too fickle
the balancing act of mentality
trusting me
with the responsibility
of my own sanity
often i work too much
enjoying the control in my clutch
then i laze too long
and i hate the throng of built up work
but it'll balance itself out
at least until my next bout
CITEȘTI
Whispers of the Wounded
Poezie//Poetry written by the pained// I keep thinking That if I keep whispering These terrible thoughts to this wind Maybe I'd see the meaning in something again //Cover by the amazing @anixkuh//
