An injection of melancholy,
I relapsed again.
Cramped up on the floor,
All numb and sore.
Bliss, the veridical deception,
Bliss, you entrapped me.
One day, I'm eleven again,
Finding home in the woe.
The other day, I'm floating,
But I'm happier than the swimmers.
Maybe because I'm drowning,
What is glee?
- TLS
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Melancholy- A Bunch of snippets
PoetryI don't know if it's the weather, the hormones or just how my life is shaped but there's something so gloomy inside of me. The Melancholy Snippet Collection, is a set of poems, verses, paragraphs, stanzas, bits and other write ups based on the sorr...
