The mornings come, but I don't rise,
I stay in bed, beneath the skies,
That watch me through the window pane,
While I sink deeper into pain.
The weight of waking is too much—
Each breath, each step, a lethal touch.
I can't pretend to face the day,
When everything just slips away.
The world moves on, it doesn't care,
That I'm still drowning in despair.
That every second feels like years,
Each heartbeat choked by endless fears.
I long to stay beneath the sheets,
To vanish in my mind's retreats.
But even here, there's no reprieve—
I'm shackled to the pain I grieve.
So I close my eyes, pretend I'm gone,
Though the world outside still moves along.
But in my mind, I cease to be,
A prisoner of misery.
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Thoughts that Fester in the Brain: A Collection of Despair
Poesía"Thoughts that Fester in the Brain" is a haunting collection of poetry that explores the depths of loneliness, heartbreak, and despair. Each poem captures the raw emotions of feeling lost, forgotten, and unseen in a world that offers no solace. For...
