I feel as a balloon
Filled with empty promises
Empty feelings filled with boredom
Empty
That's all I am
After all the sadness, there is nothing left
Laying in bed not bothering
Never a purpose, never a purpose
Rambling, rambling
On and on
About the cherry trees of the late fall
Filling my mind with melancholy wanders
Lacking the hope of finding over yonder
YOU ARE READING
esprit malade
Poetrya penny for my thoughts? trigger warning: depression, eating disorders, anxiety etc.
