WARNING: This poem contains themes of cyclic behavior-- and to generalize it depression.
You stare wishing that you never spoke
And once the silence engulfs your surroundings
All you hear is your mistakes echo every time you breathe
Reminders of your desires haunt you every time the cold runs its being over your skin
The chills whispering to you that you have nothing and no one to comfort you
Your reality is a damning reminder that your satisfaction is ephemeral
That your mere existence's only purpose is to edge, but never experience
To fall, but never hit the ground
To die, but never to live
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PuisiThis is just some of my poetry I have written, and will write. If any of this resonates with you, I recommend that you dive deeper into why that is. You know, take your mentality into account and access the situation. Anyways, if you just love...
