my whole life i've always felt off.
i've never been able to pinpoint why.
i'm starting to think i might feel things too much or feel them too deeply.
if you know "the secret life of bees" then you're familiar with the character May Boatwright.
in some way i've always identified with her because of how she feels so deeply.
my emotions consume me until i can't breathe, i don't think that's normal.
my chances of survival are slim to none.
they've almost dragged me under a few times these last few months.
things are supposed to get better so why do i just feel so much worse.
maybe i should just let them take me next time?
i haven't been truly happy in years,
i have fleeting moments at concerts or when i see my friends but it never lasts.
after the hell that was twenty nineteen, i don't know if i'll ever truly be happy again.
i just want a chance.
i have too many dark memories and thoughts.
maybe i'm meant to live like this forever.
YOU ARE READING
Behind My Eyes.
Poetrycome pick my mind and stay awhile, make yourself comfortable. it's awfully lonely in here. - inside this book, you'll find five distinct parts: simply me, which tells you almost everything you need to know about me. you, which tells you...
