the waves cover me
i cannot breathe
i struggle to reach the surface
but it holds me down
of course i know that
there is no point
but the day i give up
is the day it is over
and i am not sure
if that would be worse
or possibly better
but it is too much to risk.
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my poems
PoetryA coming of age story of a young girl, discovering the true meaning of self love.
depression
the waves cover me
i cannot breathe
i struggle to reach the surface
but it holds me down
of course i know that
there is no point
but the day i give up
is the day it is over
and i am not sure
if that would be worse
or possibly better
but it is too much to risk.