My soul is dying,
Entrapped inside of a
Body that is utterly
Insufficient
My body is dying,
Torn apart by my hungry
Hands in search
Of roses
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My Tragedies
PoetryThis is a collection of poems when I've been my most depressed and low. Trigger warning. If you relate to any of these, please reach out. It's never too late.
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My soul is dying,
Entrapped inside of a
Body that is utterly
Insufficient
My body is dying,
Torn apart by my hungry
Hands in search
Of roses
