It seems as if with each breath I take
My lungs fill with cement and my spine is sure to break
My gasps are made of stone and my chest is weighing me down
As I throw myself into the sea, sure enough to drown
With every gulp of air, I am heavier and fall deep
For gravity is my best friend, since my lungs are filled with concrete
And now at the bottom of the ocean, I close my eyes
I've made my grave in the reef, and in my skeleton my tombstone lies
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Depression At Its Best
ŞiirThis is a book of poetry... honestly I can't really give a description for the fact that I write poetry based on what I'm going thru. Hopefully you like them and hopefully you can relate. Please please vote and comment♡♡♡
