Gel has been trying to write poems since she read Slammed by Colleen Hoover in 2013.
It started with something little I didn't even see "I need a refill" I'm still sipping my 3rd cup of coffee That small act Started last week I was fine, I was in tact But then I became meek "Maybe it's the coffee?" "Maybe it's PMS?" "Maybe I just need more coffee?" "Just not a good day, I guess." It wasn't the caffeine That's keeping me awake PMS isn't making me mean Or put up this face, a fake I was getting drowned again I have to keep afloat this time I'm not like I was back then I know my worth isn't just a dime I don't have to digest Every little thing you say Or keep it all in my chest Making my own emotions decay Or maybe it's my family That makes me feel small It's all my fault, really A lot of things I can't control I wanna cry I wanna breakdown But they're here to pry And I don't want them to frown I'm blessed despite it all So why can't I just be satisfied And live not dwelling on my fall I just want to confide But I don't know what to say Or where to begin I just wanna go away But I also wanna win Once more, I'm stuck I'm in the middle Just as my luck Begins to dwindle My thumbs started to tap Word after word, I breathed This will be my map To my soul underneath Dear myself, you are loved You make this world better You were just numbed You just needed a reminder Just living through another day Already takes a lot And this little delay Gives you more time for your shot
Dear Myself, don't get lost again
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