Dying inside, I can't seem to shake it
This dark cloud that follows me
Dropping bone-chilling droplets
Dampening my mood to one of melancholy
Dead inside, I can't seem to find any
Any more things that could make me happy
Happiness is a luxury I can't afford
I don't feel anything anymore
Empty inside, all that's left is a shell
What used to be a person is now
Nothing more than a ghost, I'm done
Just a husk, dead and forever gone
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Poetry by Dire
PoetryJust a collection of poems that I wanted to write/share with the world. 🖤 Writing poetry is my way of expressing inner feelings; it helps to calm me so I can sleep at night. 🌙 I hope y'all like them! 😊
