𝑅𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑅𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑒
An absolute nightmare, repeating itself.
Day for day, destroying my health.
The murderous sun, faking its smile.
Just as I practised and preserved for a while.
I close my eyes, drifting away.
To a different world, in which I'd like to stay.
It comes and goes, nothing haunts my mind.
Death I've forgotten, these thoughts I cannot find.
It's quiet and peaceful, nothing that kills.
Emotions shut down, the emptiness fills.
Suddenly a touch occures, scaring me out of my dream.
Reality creeps back inside and pain's again my only theme.
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𝑃𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑃𝑜𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑦
PoésieThese are poems about falling apart, written at a time I'm falling apart myself. Due to many mental illnesses, I've been diagnosed with, I still wasn't able to live my life and I actually wish to not live at all. I decided on wanting to express thes...
