𝑇𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑠𝐵𝑎𝑟𝑘
My fingers trace a tree,
curves and edges feel my skin.
Exploring its past time,
whilst mine passes by.
I discover secrets,
engraved deep inside.
Reminds me of myself,
feelings hidden within.
New branches drift,
reaching many opportunitys.
My chances I've lost,
canceled everytime.
Voices influenced me negatively,
but the birds play a nice song.
All trees are unique,
just like both my arms.
They don't look alike,
scars are on one side only,
similar to the bark of a tree.
Different though are storys of mine,
whilst trees actually tell theirs.
They may blend in,
but they don't hide,
not like me.
I'd use curves and edges resembling myself,
also accepting peoples touch.
I'd actually rather be a tree,
but instead I'm tracing fingers along the bark.
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𝑃𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑃𝑜𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑦
PoesiaThese 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...
