A new achievement,
a new success,
my mental health infrequent,
yet I have to suppress.
There's no longer agreement,
no reason to progress,
there's no mistreatment,
yet I still continue to depress.
My days are quiet,
my feelings played,
my brain goes private,
and my feelings are no longer displayed.
YOU ARE READING
Poems and Word Vomit
PoetryJust a place for me to store and save my messy thoughts that sometimes come out poetically. Mostly for me but you can read it, too. :)) Cover art drawn by me :) I didn't know what else to put as the cover so...
