Everyday it's the same old thing
Walking in circles
The same routine
Every morning
the same feeling
I always feel so out of reach
I don't feel happy
I don't feel sad
It's not depression
I'm not mad
But what I feel
is rather nothing
I feel nothing
(Big oof to forgetting to put the not before the mad but that's what happens when you think ahead of your fingers and proof read after you publish. Error corrected cause yeah I ain't no machine I make mistakes too that I can admit to as well)
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryI lose myself in my words and I lose myself. You'll find pieces of my thoughts here, like shattered crystal. Poems are stories from the heart I suppose but these are hardly poems. They are more things I never said.
