The big men are talking all this shit
about throwing hands if bested.
And every word just makes me sick,
my patience is being tested.
Cry me a river, but drown in the pain.
That's the game they're playing.
But even Rome, who once held reign,
has ruins still decaying.
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Ghostwriter
PoetryLiving with mental illness can oftentimes trap one within the inner maze of their mind. In that place, dreams, fears, wishes, and regrets all compile together to create a new world far from the one we physically exist in. At times, it becomes easy t...
