Every single time I start to enjoy myself, There's an avalanche of problems that I get Stuck at the bottom of.
I get buried above my head and I just suffocate because there is no space between them. And they just continue to pile up above my head, creating more and more for me to dig through. I'm six feet under all of these problems and every time an avalanche occurs it gets harder to dig myself out. But there is no search and rescue team for me, because that would require people to care. No, I'm left to dig myself out of this trap and try to get myself back onto stable ground, if only for a moment, before another avalanche occurs and I'm once again buried.
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Random collection of poetry
PoetryThis is my compilation of new poems and old. They are not necessarily in chronological order so beware of random changes in quality. But I hope you enjoy my poems :)
