it is a disease
it is an infection
it is a virus
it is an intention
my mentality now lies
on a hospital bed
gasping as it releases
its dying breath
welcome, insanity
I have become one of them
I tenderly crumple myself
unto the ground
like the many words
that I never got right
but were mine
that I loved them so
and couldn't ever make light
I scar myself with new wounds now
indeed,
I should have died
while my mentality was still alive
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I'm not sure if I even understand this one at all. :/
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Feeling Indigo, how about you?
PoetryJust a thing for random stuff that sometimes go through my head. I think most of these are my failure attempts at a poem but I can't really write anyway.
