Petals are falling
My voice, is it calling?
I can't hear myself anymore
The sky is dark red
Why do I feel dead?
I feel like I am
Would that be sad?
Would I be glad?
I am not sure when
The last time was when things seemed great
Perhaps a new start of today
Would be better than anything at all
But it seems as though I've lost control
Leaving my subconscious all on its own
Patiently coping
Wandering and hoping
Till I succumb to its embrace
Or wait till everything falls back into place
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Distorted Episodes
Poetryfeelings, something you wish to express but not to feel a collection of poems based on nostalgia, supressed feelings, and longing for something more TW: Mentions of Self Harm, Suicide and more
