over
whelmed
so
I
bre ak
it
d
o
w
n
to
not
feel
so
out
of
control
over
whelmed
so
I
bre ak
it
d
o
w
n
to
not
feel
so
out
of
control
Lie awake tired, won’t go to sleep, regret it in the morning,
repeat.
I try to break the cycle,
but then something stops me.
Oh wait, it was just myself, again,
like always,
but I'm stuck and
Pages hold the ink
of my pen, tears of my eyes,
power of my words.
Conflict causes crazy
crisis, confuses me
until I'm numb.
Don't know what
I desire, asking the
question, "who am I, really?"
because I really want to know.
People's perceptions poke
Comments
The visual of this hits deeply with its message. You don't even have to read it to understand the tone, it's beautiful.
thank you so much!!
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