Sometimes in life we get to a point were our soul gets tired
Tired
Tired of feeling
Tired of bottling up all the feelings
Tired of life in general
Breathing is harder
Heavier
Anxiety makes our hands shake with excitement
When we actually feel loved
When we actually feel like someone cares about us
But words
Actions
Can say the opposite
Can tell what our mouth shuts
At the end the only person that you have
Is yourself
Y O U
You can't get to know people deeply
If you don't fucking know yourself
How do you expect to love others
If you don't have love for yourself
You ego and self esteem laugh at you
Seen you down, buried in a hole
When you should be up in the clouds
It's funny how we want company
Who doesn't?
At the end, everyone leaves
The tears are not worth it
If you don't understand your own thoughts
Don't even dare to understand others
Don't even try
Just stay
The only company you'll have at the end is yourself
But our back
Will always be our worst enemy
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts of a stranger.
PoetryWhat your eyes are reading, are thoughts of a person that lets everything out to a simple writing, but with a lot of feelings.
