Some days..(a poem)

Some days, I feel so great

And some days, I am a big mess

Like a hopeless person just waiting to be hit by a car

Or like a lifeless little doll

The voices in my head are so loud

And I feel like I can see the unseen

I feel numb to all the pain yet a part of me still shudders at every moment

I can’t even cry because I am numb

And resistant to those tears because my eyes are all dried up from the nights I’ve spent crying instead of sleeping

And on those days when I am a mess,

I can’t move or be or even live

I can only try to exist.


Hi everyone! How’re you? I really hope you’re doing fine 🤍🙂

Here’s a picture I took and edited myself! Bye y’all 🙃

Love you all always, even on days when I don’t feel so good🤗🤗

I am weird..(a poem)

Sometimes, I find it so difficult to sleep

And it’s not insomnia,

It’s those voices that are always so loud in my head

Those voices that tell me different things

That I know are not true but a part of me strongly wants to believe

I am so confused and always in a state of disorientation,

I am so lost and always feeling in my heart, adriftness

Sometimes, I also feel very strange living in this turbulent world;

And I sometime wonder if I’m truly human

Yes, I know I’m pretty weird but it’s just that I cannot control it

I am trying; trying so hard but

My hands are tied and my eyes are covered

I am so lost in this state of bewilderment..


Hii!! Welcome to December! How’re you doing? I really hope you’re all doing okay🙂🤍

I thought to start December off with a poem.. Leave a comment and let me know your interpretations of this poem.

This photo just seemed so nice.. bye y’all 🙃

Love you all always 🤗🤗

These blurred lines..(a poem)

Even after washing and rinsing this thing I call a face,

My eyes still don’t see the clarity I want them to see

The lines are not straight and my head aches

I’m not used to uncertainty or this feeling of not knowing what’s next

After cleaning my glasses and wearing them over and over again

My eyes still don’t see the lucidity I want them to see

And I’m too tired to keep holding on if all I’m going to see are blurred lines

My strength is fading off day by day like the blurriness of those lines

All I can now see are faded strength, dwindled vision, and lest I forget, blurred lines..


Hi y’all, I’m going to start sharing my poems on here as well.. I hope you’re well🙃🤍 Bye!

I just found this random photo on the free WordPress photo library. I think it somewhat embodies what this poem means..

Love you all always 🤗🤗