All of these helpless feelings running through my head.
In my mind, starting to embed.
They're making me depressed again.
I won't ever be impressed again.
Never going to be happy with myself,
Like an old book sitting upon a shelf.
Just endlessly waiting for life to leave me alone.
Don't feel like picking up my phone,
Just let me rest,
Wait until I'm at my best again.
YOU ARE READING
Bruised
Poetry"You poisoned me with your potion, Hexed me with your love and devotion. Now I lay in pieces, broken and brittle." Bruised is a poetry collection for the broken hearts and disappointed souls. It speaks words of wisdom, words of pain, and words of ad...
