Blinding light from my phone
The pale ceiling
The ache in my heart
The forced happiness
So many times I've cried out for help
So many times I've had to stop myself from dying
But each time I'm brought to the dirt.
I wonder if it's just the refusal to take my meds
Or if it's just the way the world treats me
I don't know
But
Either way
Nothing's ok.
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Random poems I wrote
PuisiJournaling is boring to me, so when I feel strong emotions I write poems. These are some of my more recent poems I've written over the years, hope you like them!
