sometimes its the pen
that keeps me alive
i feel as if im a ball of nothingness
a ball that is waiting
for the day
that it is completely forgotten
and doesn't exist anymore
sometimes
the pen
is what distracts me from my mind
that is harshly reminding me of everything
through every moment
that i regret
through every moment
that brings me pain
but one day
the pen
will run out of ink
-v.j.g
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eleutheromania
Poetrya mad zeal or irresistible craving for freedom recovery poetry book
