the colour fades from the world
and everythings a mess
my eyes are heavy and my lips are swollen
as i watch my world spiral
into a dream-like state;
i am a version of me
i do not want to be
with shaky hands
and a twisted heart
why am i torn apart?
t.c
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When Winter Wallows
Poesiemy poetry collection -tc {all writing & photos are my own}
