here i am,
questioning life
and the shameless, persistent
monotony of tomorrows.
here i am
desperate again,
clinging to worthless alternatives
to treat this growing disease
that my loneliness is.
here i am
with a whirlwind of thoughts
and a dilemma, a choice-
succumb to the silence
or give it a voice and fly away.
(how tf do you deal with lies n all that unsaid crap that just kinda hangs in the air around you?)
YOU ARE READING
Burning.
Poetry..For anyone who's suffering out there, fighting with your own set of demons. ( you're not alone, you know.) Dedicated to one of my closest friends, H.
