Do I Want to Talk?

Not all of these poems fit this title, but most of them do. Many of these poems are from a dark time of my life. I felt I was dragging my feet through life. Every conversation I had it felt like I told some lie. And each lie felt like a brick I carried with me everywhere I went. I grew to hate myself, hate all my lies. I pushed many people away- some I'm grateful to for coming back, some I lost. It took a while, but I eventually pulled myself out of this dark period, thanks to a few extraordinary people I love. Please, if you're suffering through a dark period at the moment, reach out to someone you trust. Talk to me if you'd rather. But reaching out is the first step in getting rid of all the negativity.