black sheep

[sh1ttyposter]

Losing.

I have thoughts, dreams, Which are fulling my head in every possible moment. But how can I describe it? The feeling that I'm not able to reach them. I'm watching how my life is slipping apart through my fingers. Without posibility to try and catch it, To take a chance to bring fullness of life back to me. What is a cause? My head. Big walls which were created by the solve of wrong people around. Not ending doubts and fears. And when your head are full of fears, you can't dream, there's no space left for it. Someone will catch my life while it's slipping through my fingers, give it back to me along with spark, hope and motivation. I can't be my help, but maybe he can. But who's he? About it, don't ask me.

[sh1ttyposter]

New year - still depressed me

[sh1ttyposter]

Home.

My parents - tired from me.

My brother - tired from me.

It feels like even every piece of this house is tired from me.

Walls trying to catch me. To crush me,

My room is choking me, waiting for my fall.

Just let me breath. Let me run.

Be alone, finally free,

With my thoughts, and be the only soul.

In the home which would give me wings,

And chance to fly, to shine.

Finally be light in this place.

Go to sleep peacefully, don't thinking about the world,

And this house is going to cuddle me to sleep.

Spark to me slowly would go back,

And there I would feel fine.

[sh1ttyposter]

I'm taking a deep breath and then I'm falling. Falling down, to the darkness, to the hole. Everything full of the worst. Finally after found some strength I'm getting up.

First thing, anxiety. It's starting to take my breath away and showings surprise.

Second thing, worry. My assistent who is always beside me during my life. I don't know how would looks my life without him.

Third thing, angry. Something what I show to a lot of people, and I'm ashamed of.

And even more of things I wish I could change. I look at this with eyes full of regret. I had a chance to change it. Now it's too late. I've had taught my lesson.

Maybe one day I'll understand what was wrong, and my chance to change will approach me again.

Please anyone be with me during this tough time.

[sh1ttyposter]

I'm suffocating when I look at all this people. Happy people, calm people. Normal people. While I'm just sitting in my room, scrolling, crying, and wishing to be better. To be like them, without stress taking bigger part of my thoughts, withouth thinking about food, how people are scaring me out, etc.

Why change is so difficult?

Just let me be fuckin normal please.

[sh1ttyposter]

"Everyone in life asks "What's poetry?"

But each person always interprets it in a different way.

But one thing is certain: through poems, authors can express everything.

Their feelings, adventures, dreams, worries, phobias, perspective on the world

And something even better

Perspective at the people, especially one person

This is one person in their life

Who they love

Who intrigues them

Who makes them want to know them better.

Who makes them unable to think straight"

That they can describe this person as the miracle, and compare them to the most beautiful things they have ever known or seen in their life."

- Zoe💋

[sh1ttyposter]

I love writing poems. It's the way to express my all feelings, thoughts, adventures.

Just everything what had been and what I can't say aloud. Writing is making feelings easier.

I would like to one day just leave after me only poem. This will be mark. My everything. And I hopes that people will love that and finally understand me.

[sh1ttyposter]

I worry.

I worry all the time.

I worry about everything.

I worry about everyone.

And who worry about me?

[sh1ttyposter]

Sometimes I'm curious how people live without worry and stress all the time. I wish it's me

[sh1ttyposter]

Music is my only way to connect with people

[maybeshehasbpd]

do I ever occupy someone’s mind the way they occupy mine

[sh1ttyposter]

The devil couldn't reach me so he made everyone against me