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And where do you begin
When again and again
You’re either too much
Or you’re just not enough
Ms Grey, forever, dying to being seen
Too bold too afraid
Everything is a game
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I even stared at my notebook tonight
Debated
Will I need it?
My anxiety has been under control
I’ll be fine
Yet something whispered in my mind
I should have listened
To the voices in my head
They never let me down
And now I’m sitting here
Anxiety is going through the roof
Connections are being made
Yet im shaking like a leaf
My heart is racing
And something feels off
I wish I could put my finger on it
I hate when it hits me so suddenly
And I can’t explain and have to walk away
I hate this feeling
It’s not social anxiety
Not tonight
It’s something different
There’s a vibe
I’m trying to flow through it
I feel everyone’s energy so easily and heavily some times.
And where do I begin?    
Without giving in, boundaries crossed or saying too much?
What’s it take to just feel enough?
In between



I’m getting back on stage
My voice will be heard
It’s never about me
It’s always about someone else
I’m going to make it about me
******* finally.



Can we go inside?
The wind keeps blowing and my *** keeps showing



I can feel the tides changing
And once again I’ll be left standing
Heartbroken and calling out
Forever left searching


Life has felt suspended lately



But you are not part of this crowd



Here I am an open book but nobody seems to look dying inside screaming. See me. Please. I sit I scream



Story of my life
I said to much
I made it weird
I am weird
I’ll continue to post fragments from over the years. I have poetry in 30 journals, online, on my phone. I’m finding things slowly. Some dating back to 2005.
I just want to sell my soul before I ******* die
Cause if I wake up in heaven ima end my god ****** life
Y’all sell your soul for less every single ******* day
And these demons have been by my side
They whisper in my ear and remind me I’m still safe
2023
I’m drunk at 10am
And this house is far too bright for all my sins
My head hurts
And I’m alone
Again
Always
I’m the one who has to sit with this
I’ve ****** up
I’ve gone against myself
Im living in a moral neverland
Not living up to my own expectations for myself will **** me up quicker than I know what to do with. 2024
These visions dance on the tip of my tongue
Skulls rotating in the darkness I wear my heart on my sleeve
And dream dreams that could be reality
Dancing bones in graveyards
Spirits floating high
I create.
While life floats around me and love fills this heart of mine
I can't see without you by my side
So stay with me until our ashes become ashes In this world that we will eventually despise
This was written about a reoccurring dream I have had since the death of a best friend at 8yo.
New people see my darkness
They get so intrigued
As if I’m something exquisite
Not to be believed
I don’t romanticize it
It brings me to my knees
But I do embrace it
Maybe my darkness is the most interesting thing about me
I think I feel like I exist.
You can’t have light without dark, only few understand
Always the calm to everybody’s storm
All of a sudden they can rest like never before
Rarely is it my turn.
I take it all on
I don’t even mean to sometimes
I’m naturally empathic
It’s hard when I already feel too much
With new people It’s always anxiety x 2
For once, I want to be the storm that needs calming
Ever the healer. I know now Im the one to calm my storm.
In those moments that we shared
you were nothing
yet you were everywhere
Pulsating in between the lines
In the static of my life
you were mine and the world was right
_love no more
I recently went back to my tumblr and found tons of old poems.
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