What if It was you who’d get all these poetry written to.. Would you not once want to live in someone else’s misery?
What do you say to people who always believe and expect you to be good when you’re struggling inside to always have to live upto their expectations?
Everything is distant and confusing and stuck and slipping.. Do you see where I’m going?Do you understand where my mind wanders? You don’t have to tell me the things that have already tortured me. I have thought about whatever you are thinking about...
How do I understand this?I feel shameful and guilty and alone .. they say I’ve been shrinking and getting darker.. how do I hide the effects of my internal conflicts in my external appearance?
Do you sometimes feel the urge to weep but you can’t so you struggle with that urge but you don’t want that feeling to pass and savor it
Is sorrow a default state?If we compare sorrow to darkness and joy to light. Light needs to be present to overpower darkness, it has to have a source while for darkness, it’s just there.
How do you handle yourself when you feel that you’re stuck and everything you have done until now is about to be ruined?