I am afraid.
Of what I'm not quite sure.
I think I'm sick
but with an illness that has no cure.
I'm not sure of most things these days
while I cry at home with sad songs on replay.
One thing of which I know is true,
is that slowly but surely
my walls are breaking without you.
These thoughts that only you could slay,
I become more unstable every day.
All the while your patience begins to fray.
-Oliver
3/20
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Vent Poetry
PoesiaJust some depressed(not all are) poetry that I wrote, some recent some not, but there isn't a lot, I probably wont update this a lot bcs I only write poetry when I have a breakdown and that's like once or twice a year, but enjoy!
