Backing into the corners of my heart
Drowning in desire
Desire to die
Desire to cut my skin
Desire to cry
Desire to scream
Desire to ask
Desire to die
Desire to want you
Desire to be depressed
I don't want to fall
I don't want to seep
I just want to sleep
Leave me alone
No I won't snap out if it
These desires of mine
Are all for just
Or is it all for naught?
Desire
Or lust
Desire
Or disaster
Desire
Or depression
Desire
Or my soul?
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PoesieThis is the tale of emotions gone rogue. They stole a depressing '69 Mini Cooper Country Man. Denial is driving. Anger is smoking a cigarette in the passenger seat. Identity is nowhere to be found. The red flags are in the trunk. Okay, not seriously...
