I'm in a cataclysmic,
World of a web,
I can't get out,
Keep on reminiscing on the things when I'm down...
Last night, I cried for the first time in awhile,
the sun shines down on my pillow,
It was an ocean shipwreck,
With my thoughts drowning, in emotion
Feels like I'm stuck somewhere I do not belong,
Can't help but get high and hit the bong,
I just want a home, it's what I long for,
But that won't ever happen, another night alone.
The sun shines so gently.
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Headspace I - Remastered
Poetry"Headpsace I" is an introspective poetry collection that delves into the complexities of the mind, charting a course through the tumultuous waters of mental health, self-identity, and the darkness that whispers from the corners of our consciousness...
