They said I was an anchor;
Weighed down by others' burdens.
Crushed by the weight of the world;
I was Atlas and my shoulders were hurting.
My bones became the dust;
Gracefully carried in the wind.
Slipping, falling, I could feel myself giving in.
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Dear Mentally Insane
PoetryPoetry is the writing of our deepest, darkest, most inner thoughts. When speaking isn't enough and your voice falls upon deaf ears, writing is our only refuge. Join me and experience the workings of my mind in my collection of original poems. (Credi...
