Am I one? Or is she two?...
A poem on multiple personalities, based on prompt: advantage.
Some nights are longer than others.
A poem about sharing your struggles. Thanks for reading. :) <3 You are all so special and important. Remember that 💜☮️ Loneliness is a cage made of gold
and it gets stronger every time they leave "Right-click and save that "perfect" face that will never be you."
Copyright 2018 © by miyasmind
All rights reserved. Another relatively sad write depicting where my head is at tonight. I'm always battling my weight (the lack of it) and my need to never burden others with my presence. Group therapy began today. I was scared, anxious, nervous.
I want the clock's hand in a spiderweb Is growing up all that it's cracked up to be? How it feels when someone won't let you in. I promise I won't break you. The resurrection of a toxic friend. (And a Pvris-lyrical feel? idk) not sure if i can call this poetry lol just some deep feelings A walk without social anxiety.
(Oh look! I finally wrote something positive) Sometimes my mind goes where my body cannot, only when you reach the bottom of bottles will you understand my thoughts. Aging, the process of no handouts. Careful what you sow, one day, you'll reap it, ya'know!
Watch out for the monsters in the dark. You won't find them under the bed, neither down the cellar