𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑖𝑑𝐹𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟𝐹𝑖𝑒𝑙𝑑
Laying on a flower field,
trying to enjoy the scents,
but when looking a little closer,
my body starts to tense.
Cloths stain brown,
because of dirt,
face a frown,
allergies occure,
jumping up,
insekts appear,
biggest fear,
crawling down my spine.
Laying on a flower field,
trying to escape the scents,
but when running a little faster,
paranoia starts to tense.
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𝑃𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑃𝑜𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑦
PoetryThese 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...
