She fears being stranded with nothing to hold on to,
And they know
She fears being forgotten by the ones who paint the waves,
And they know
She fears being drowned by the violent waves of her mind,
And they know
She fears losing the ones who hold the lifesaver,
And they know
Yet, they left her
Yet, they forgot to paint her
Yet, they let her be pounded by the waves
Yet, they never threw it to her
She was cast further and further out,
And they knew it
Grey
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PoetryThis is my first book... These are a variety of poems that embody how I deal with my anxiety and depression and how it affects me. I don't know if anyone else can relate but this is just me pouring my heart out on "paper". All of these are original...
