I'm unraveling
At one time I might've been your favorite sweater but you've grown now
Outgrown me
Outgrown all our memories
I sit somewhere in the back of your closet
Hole-ridden and gathering dust
Left to wonder what happened
Waiting to be erased fully when garbage day rolls around
My colors are faded
I look pitiful
Why is this old thing still here?
I no longer serve a purpose
After all
I'm unraveling
And who would want a sweater this damaged?
YOU ARE READING
My Depressive Mind
PoesiaThis is merely a collection of my thoughts, a glimpse into the insanity that is my mind. Enjoy. *TRIGGER WARNING*
