I'm tired,
Isn't it obvious?
I haven't cleaned my self,
My stomach is empty.
Raw emotions,
I'm feeling, I'm sober.
This music pours like the ocean,
Quenching my thirst.
I'm truly tired,
My eyes they haven't slept.
Blue bags under my eyes,
My depression is choking me to death.
Fighting my fight,
My natural instinct occurs.
As I enrage, I burst into flames,
Engulfing my immortal enemy,
I died.
My soul is now rising,
It's time for a new body.
Being born I am renewed,
Rejoicing my life.
As I walk the walk,
My eyes wide open,
I witness such evil, corruption,
This earth is what killed me.
Even rebirth doesn't help,
Because baby we get carried away.
We fall into the trap of life,
And there is no escape.
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Dysphoria
PoetryPoetry about my experiences as a lover of alcohol I've never thought I'd become a writer, so here are my skills after three years of writing and accumulating over 300+ pieces of writing over the years. This is still my writing in its purest form, an...
