A Page From My Book

Stasis

A page from my book “Confessions of a Wallflower” A poetry collection about depression, healing, and self-love. You can purchase your own copy here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/1542396859 🌷🌷🌷

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escapism

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one more hour of a video game.
one more hour of a television series.

 
one more hour of reading a novel.
one more hour of writing a meaningless poem.

 
the world is a very terrible place.
and i procrastinate for we’re all just passing time.

 
my inability to face reality is killing me. 
and i procrastinate for we’re all just passing time.

 
another drag from my cigarette.
another anti-anxiety pill to numb me from my misery.

 
another song. another daydream.
but after the temporary my dark thoughts destroy me.

 
i simply just want to get away from myself. 
but it all ends when i finally stop running away from myself.

 
i am more than just my temporary distractions.
i am more than just a daydreamer sleeping inside a rabbit hole.

A Page From My Book

I Am Beautiful

A page from my book “Confessions of a Wallflower” A poetry collection about depression, healing, and self-love. You can purchase your own copy here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/1542396859 🌷🌷🌷

A Picture of My Book II

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Thank you stouf73 from the United States for taking a picture of my book ❤ It means a lot. ✿ Wishing you hope, love, and healing. ✨

Confessions of a Wallflower my debut poetry collection is available here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/1542396859 

Confession of a Wallflower Reviews

David Rollason

Amazon Customer

Confessions of a Wallflower is a poetry collection about depression, self-love, and healing. You can purchase a piece of my soul here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/1542396859

A Glitch of My Mind

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God, everything feels so unreal sometimes. I make an effort to walk around my neighborhood sometimes to not lock myself inside the four corners of my room, and I look at a tree and think: is that really a tree? Or am I just imagining that it’s a tree? And it goes on to birds, the sun and the moon and myself. And then I think: do I even exist? Is anything real? Can a force in this universe distract me from this feeling of unreality?