hesitating outside doors deep breaths in 4, hold 7, out 8 i can’t confront anything i just hide and wait not meeting eyes or expectations holding my breath for the time when everything is alone and quiet and still
my voice still shakes i hesitate when trying to confront my problems and my harmful actions
sometimes peace only comes when sitting on my bed in a dark room when the universe seems to slow d o w n a n d e v e r y t h i n g a l m o s t m a k e s s e n s e
thinking of my future gives me chills and i feel so helpless and i want to give up but there’s that part of me that smiles at a good challenge the part that can present a presentation almost perfectly that part that’s so small it’s almost invisible but maybe it might be growing
confrontation always makes me scared i wait for the problem to go away by itself i’d rather self-medicate then make my parents drive me to the doctors i think it’d be better for everyone if i let myself fade away like i want than confront my problems
this feels like pieces of multiple poems that I’ll maybe make someday i guess most of these are about confrontation? who knows anymore