i don't understand.
i can't comprehend.
i'm utterly baffled as to
why my life has been set up
to completely ruin my
happiness.
when i find love,
or joy,
or comfort
in anything—
i try so hard, but—
i can't embrace it.
my mind twists and turns,
my stomach churns,
my skin itches and burns.
my own success nauseates me.
i don't deserve it.
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penny for your thoughts
Poetryit's hard to explain the incomprehensible and overwhelming emotion, and lack of emotion, that I've been bearing for so long on my own. you can't fathom the inability to move, speak, eat, think, or even see clearly in this time of irregularity. all I...
