Sometimes I break,
Like a wobbly crate;
Into a thousand pieces.
/
My body will collapse,
Right after I relapse;
I'm sorry is the only thing I say.
/
My head hurts,
My heart is no long alert;
To these unknown feelings.
/
My heart is a crybaby,
Nagging me;
Like I'm it's disgrace of a child.
/
All I can do is fall,
Into a tiny ball;
Wishing I was gone.
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Maddison's Poetry, Vol. 1
PoezieWhen I get bored, I write poetry. I hope you like it, it's not the best, but it's hard work. I update at least 4-5 times a day.
