It feels like lead
has been sewn into the corners of my mouth
because each day,
it gets harder and harder to
form a smile.
My bones have turned to glass
and my muscles to rocks.
So I break and crack each time I move.
I can't carry the weight of my soul anymore
It's too heavy
I am too heavy.
I am slowly becoming stone
And I am too tired
to care.
(e.b)
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Deadly Games
PoetryPoems about depression, failed relationships, and other mental illnesses.
