Healing(Unfinished)

a thousand wishes

I think I'm good at healing 

Until I face a question

That flings me back 

And leaves me with a word

And that's alone 

 

I think I'm good with speaking till I'm speaking and no one's listening

I hear whispers of the word "alone"

 

I think I'm good at managing the pain

And ignoring the bad thoughts in my brain 

Saying shitty things about me when I'm trying to be happy

I don't think I am

 

I don't think I'm good at anything anymore

I don't know if I ever was

I think if I open up that door, all I hear is screeching and tears. 

  • Author: a thousand wishes (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 8th, 2023 14:14
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments3

  • David Wakeling

    This is quiet sad.Maybe you need a pet yo cheer you up.try a kitten, they love you even when you are sad.

  • dtrusss

    Sending you vibes to recognize your beautiful brilliance. Your recognition of sadness is powerful.

  • G.Cabús

    Very significant poem!



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