No name story..

I would say my name, but it’s unnecessary. I’ve written poems, short stories, my feelings and it’s something that’s never left my notebook. What can you do when your mind races from the moment you awaken until darkness quiets the world? Does your mental health take a toll on you like it does with me? I lie there wondering what I’m doing to cause the problems everyone seems to see come from me. Do they think like I do? I guess not, huh? Is me wondering what I’m doing wrong mean I have some good left in me? No matter how many times I bottle up my thoughts and feelings, nothing that strong can be held without a consequence. Im not sure I understand the purpose behind being so judgmental. Aren’t we family? Aren’t we all from the same origin? We all come from common grounds and to hear that one doesn’t see or doesn't help another is killing the foundation of where this all started. How can we build and grow— even maintain a life that is now considered “sustainable” if we don’t come together. One must understand another, to grow itself.