Sometimes, I feel like my thoughts are too loud,
Like they pound on the walls of my head and I'm being forced to listen to them.
Sometimes, I feel like I grieve over people I love, and they haven't even died yet. I just know one day they will, and the sooner I accept that everyone dies, the better I'll be when they actually do.
Sometimes, I feel like I think about ridiculous things that could never happen, and sometimes I feel like I think about ridiculous things that could happen.
Sometimes, I feel lonely, and sometimes all I want is to be alone.
Sometimes, I feel like I'm the only person who feels the way I do.
And sometimes, I feel like that makes me different, in a good way.
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A Weed Surrounded By Flowers
PoetryThrough poetry she felt the weight on her shoulders slowly fade as her thoughts and emotions went from her heart and swayed through the pen to the paper. Her life full of poems waiting to be written and read. She will no longer be silent, and this i...
