Idk&Idc

We have all been there; staring at the ceiling on sleepless nights or not being able to express the pain we are feeling all over again. Poetry for those times by someone who is living through it all. Anxiety, depression, the feeling of never being enough and wasting time. Feeling so in love it hurts and hurting so much you fall in love with it. The problems of emotional beings with bits of criticism to politics handling big crises. Version without the photography.