Why is it that all i hear is chaos,
What all i think is chaos,
Why does even someone's laugh feels like they are crying,
Why does everyone's eyes seem to be wet,
Why is there no peace to be found,
Why are we always on the edge of bursting,
Why can't we find peace with ourselves,
Is it only me or a lot of people i see crying on the inside,
Feeling like it's the end everyday,
Never seeming to wake up another day,
Not willing to see someone they know,
Always trying to find new strangers to be with,
Is it only me or do others too feel like it's the end.
YOU ARE READING
Solace. 🖤
RandomThe book contains abstract poetry that is made in my mind out of all my anxious thoughts. If you are someone who goes with dark stuff and could find peace in your own darkness you would be able to relate to these.
