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Skeletons

The struggle of having baggage

By K FPublished 2 years ago 1 min read

Mental health is something that fluctuates,

Some days are overbearing and I’ll appear like things are okay,

Everyone wants me when I’m hiding behind artificial smiles;

But the moment my life gets turbulent everyone abandons me.

It’s easier to lock away my soul and keep myself guarded

Please don’t get me started

With telling me I’m dull now, I’ve become jaded,

Or that the burdens I carry were more than anticipated.

I know I’m heavy and

it’s the baggage I’ve carried,

I have a closet full of skeletons,

And they’ve unpacked and settled in.

I’ll forever be a work in progress

I can only carry so much with me,

I just need you to have patience

And a bit of faith in me.

I swear I’m not always numb,

It just waves of my trauma that I was suppressing,

There is times I may stumble,

But I’m trying to keep moving forward with healing.

Mental Health

About the Creator

K F

just your friendly neighborhood lesbian with so much words to articulate from the folds of her mind into heart felt stanzas.

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  • Esala Gunathilake2 years ago

    great one. Go ahead.

  • I swear I'm not stalking you, haha! I've just been at home all day and hovering on Vocal for most of it! But your stuff is amazing! 🩷 I love how this captures the baggage we can have and how we hide it, sometimes for the sake of others. Feel like I spent most of my life trying to just "appear like things were okay" 🩷

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