i'm a faucet, leaking thoughts and dreams,
a broken sink where nothing stays,
everything that comes in falls through the seams,
holding no meaning, lost in the haze.
feelings drip but never fill,
a numbness settles, bare and cold,
i'm a vessel empty, void to the brim,
nothing touches, nothing takes hold.
the room is flooding, water rising high,
no way to repair this shattered frame,
the only way to fix it is to drown and die,
to let the flood take us, ending the pain.
a constant drip in a silent room,
echoes of a heart that no longer beats,
i am the faucet, my mind a tomb,
lost in the water, lost in defeat.
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poems
Puisipoems i've written. THE ONES FROM THE BOTTOM UP ARE THE BEST. i promise they get better and more lengthy. please don't take without credits. please don't copyright. and please don't make fun of these 🙏🙏😭.
