Feelings whirl throughout my mind,
And when I take the time to find
Just why I sometimes feel this way,
I do not have a thing to say.
For some are anger, some are fear,
And some are distant and unclear.
They crash upon my weary heart,
And try to tear my soul apart.
I cry and beg and shout and scream,
But feelings have their own regime.
Sometimes, I feel like shutting down.
My thoughts are always there to drown.
I try to surface for some air,
But they attempt to keep me there.
They grasp my brain and hold it fast.
I do not know how long I’ll last.
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Author:
Andrew Durbin (
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- Category: Sad
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Comments2
Either do any of us!
'But feelings have their own regime.'
so relatable, thanks for sharing
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