Leaving
Its hard to describe the feeling that i get when I leave somewhere, Im not talking about the room or the building, I mean when i move, its like everythings good when I get there I get comfortable, I get in a rythm and then I feel like I cant breathe like Im stuck with a life I dont want anymore,I make new friends or resume old ones, I meet some one new and then it all goes to shit. I feel like nobody knows the real me,and they dont because I dont know even know me,Its like everywhere I go I feel like Im just visiting, like Im just waiting to go home, but I dont know where home is.I know it sounds so cli’che but its true. I started writing poems or just my feelings down like Im doing know when I was 13, thats when the feelings started and they get stronger and stronger every year.People tell me its all in my head, but I feel like if I dont listen to those feelings I would die not physicaly but mentally I feel like Im losing myself.
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