I'm in over my head as the waves pull me under again, I begin to drown under these waters as I sink towards the bottom. I can't tell up from down as I struggle to stay a float, for I am lost without a boat. I frantically write these words as they begin to flow before the next wave pulls me under for the final time, and I'm forever stuck at the bottom until the end of time.
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Twisted Little Poems For The Broken Soul
Poetrypoetry and short stories for those struggling with mental health, it's okay not to be okay, and please seek help if you're feeling lost. I will be adding more poems and short stories along the way.
