My emotions are on a string
It's not you,
It's me.
I have this problem in my head.
It makes me think I'm better off dead.
I wish I could show you
The things I've thought and
The emotions I've brought
Into this issue.
I always miss you;
Even when you're here,
I fear
The day you will leave me
And promise you will see me
Tomorrow when the sun goes down
And I can't fix these imperfections
It must be an infection
A simple strange defection
Within my mind
The frightening kind
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A Thought
PoetryA depressing poem I wrote some time ago. I have left Wattpad! Find this story and more from me here: https://theprose.com/Cthulhu [Disclaimer: I'm still here to read comments and answer messages.]
