I've been copied and pasted.
Why am I happy though?
Why do I not think about it?
Relapsed.
Broken down.
Yet, I am still together.
Held together like tape in the rain.
Trying to drown my mind in my earphones.
One knows
One needs to know
Just in case.
Fear swells like a bee sting
My throat is hung by emotion
It's hard to breath
Red becomes my pigment
When will be the next time?
And why?
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Pø3ms (Don't judge please)
PoetryMy personal poems. They don't rhyme, so sorry guys. This is just something for me to do for myself. Thank you :)
