People don't tell you
That when you fall
All your problems
Don't cease to exist;
Not at all.
Instead they pull you down
Like a magnet,
Baring you to the floor
While you stare at your crown;
Just a little within reach,
While what you're drinking
Tastes like bleach.
Burning your throat
And your lungs,
This suffering-
This rock bottom-
Isn't very fun.
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The Night Sky is in Her Veins
Poetry// s o n d e r \\ - "the realisation that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own" Life can be dark, cold and lonely. Feeling betrayed, misunderstood, chewed up and spat out by the world, its when I get sonder, that I...