I feel like I'm drowning, and I don't really know why. The water fills up my lungs and I'm not fishlike enough to extract the oxygen from it. I'm not adaptable, and I can't just change to suit the needs of the situation. But what if I'm stuck in this situation? What if I can't change it, and what if I can't get out? Do I just die or do I barely survive?
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I got kind of lonely this year
I think I'm the only one here
I'm not sure if I can take it much longer
I'm definitely not getting any stronger
Days pass and I can feel myself crumble
Minutes pass and I watch my happiness tumble
It's hard out here
It's been hard all year
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Thoughts
PoetryJust a collection of thoughts and emotions that were felt too intensely to be dealt with on my own.
