Submerged
How tired I am
If only I could express it properly,
In ways which you would feel.
How my heart is drenched in tar,
My ribcage too tight.
Because for you feel just as tired as I,
You would have to be dead.
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Blind Poets
PoetryPoetry for those who find both comfort and discomfort in the dark. - Em Instagram: @em.g_4 WARNING This book includes references to sensitive topics such as suicide, depression, struggles with mental health and so on.
