my head lives in its very own sorrow and sadness
sitting in puddles of despair
no work getting done, no help in sight
does any of this really matter?
do i really need to wallow in my dejection?
what do you say, brain?
care to wipe this place off of the map?
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I'll Be Fine (pt. 1 of 2)
Poetrypoetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife apparently wattpad limits the number of parts you can have, so I'm s...
headspace
my head lives in its very own sorrow and sadness
sitting in puddles of despair
no work getting done, no help in sight
does any of this really matter?
do i really need to wallow in my dejection?
what do you say, brain?
care to wipe this place off of the map?