They say to ask yourself questions
So that you get to know yourself better
But what if you dig so deeply
It starts to hurt
Everything you see
Everything you feel
It’s too much
You just want it to stop
You want to swim back up to the surface
But you’re almost out of breath
How do you escape this suffering?
You’re so weak to swim further
With the bruises from your journey to find… you
Do you keep going despite the wounds?
Or do you take the easy way out and let go?
It’s been a while since I’ve written a poem. My thoughts have been all over the place lately. I’ve been really negative the past week, and that’s when I usually feel more inspired to write poetry… you know, to let some of the pain/anger out.
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