Falling again:
My head is fine
It's My throat Is dry
When I look at you I can not rhyme
I try to speak but all I say
Is "umm"
I can not think straight
When you're close
I feel like I'm about to die
My cheeks are red
You hold me close... But one thing I can not trust is you breaking my heart.
-Mick{e}y
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Pretty In Poems
PoetryI write poems to explain the darkness of depression or anxiety, people have their own way of seeing it but I just want to make it clear it's not easy for those who have it. I'm hoping you'll enjoy this book of my poems. If you need help reach out to...
