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I don't belong in anybody's world
This society shouts perfection, clear and bold
Sadly, I can see the ending
Even before my story unfold
Thousands of hands holding me
But the sandstorm brings me more fear
It might blind my eyes
Never could I make that heist
I'm trying to iron
Torn pieces of cotton
Hoping it would still be nice
But dark and burned in its behind
This mind thinks of unworthy
This heart overflowing with pity
Not for my dear others
But for my soul, I never bothered
I'm made of soft flesh and intelligent mind
Received awards and certificates. always lined
The sunlight blinds my eyes
T'was new, something that always dies
Every time my feet feels brave
Many tongues and lips suggest a grave
Not death but worser
Living with no purpose, not a shade darker
The wrath of depression covers
This little body it hovers
Where do I go? Where are my friends?
Little lamb, I am
An inch near to death.
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MY POEMS
Poetry🍭These are poems that makes my anxiety and depression form into an ink staining my life and each paper that I take. Please do not copy unless you understand what you are taking away. 🌼
