Medo

MEDO 

 

I am more and more afraid of many of my thoughts with each passing day.
I get more and more with my uncontrollable anxieties, and the whispers of my thoughts
I'm not one to leave the house yet but when it's sunny, the sun is already bothering me,
You know that feeling that something in you has gone out, I don't feel my heat anymore

I'm always cold, my body feels cold with each passing day
My heart no longer considers it a warm part of my body...
Gradually I'm saying goodbye to many people, I really want to disappear
When I'm alone in my room I feel good, I feel like the best person in the world

Being alone is becoming one of my biggest desires, it's a wonderful feeling
I don't call it anxiety anymore, I'm calling it freedom
Me being alone, I don't bother anyone and I don't even have to pretend to be happy
I don't need to put a smile on my face, I can keep my face down

Despite so many happy moments I've been through, solitude came and did me good
I start to realize that I was made to be alone, I don't get along with anyone anymore
I've distanced myself from many people and it's doing me good, I'm already dealing with depression
She became a friend in the worst of times, makes me think better...

I am no longer afraid of not waking up one of these days, it would be a liberation for many people
Not having to put up with myself anymore, I'm closing myself off and being more cruel to many people...
Soon I will not publish anymore, because writing is not helping me anymore there are many problems
Too many problems for a single text.

Barueri Young Poet