Sometimes
I like to lay with my feet
On my pillow
Because maybe if I'm
Backwards
The world will seem to go back
To normal
Laying with my back on the ground
Feet to the sky
In a weak attempt
To hold up the atmosphere
That only wants
To fall on top of me
Suffocating me
With a weight I can't bear
Until I'm crushed into Oblivion
And fall back into the hole
I just crawled my way out of
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Me?...
PoetryRandom poems about me or my day. I got this idea from a book called Freak Boy, it's great read y'all should check it out.
