I feel uninterested
Unmotivated to be
I feel like a shell
But I move like leaves in the windI feel the wind
As it passes through those branches
I feel like I'm pinned
Against a board of lies and painI feel like I'm tired
But mostly of myself
I feel like a shell
A hollow version of meI feel like a rose
Wilting, not yet dead
I feel hopeless
Like I cannot ever be poetically beautifulI feel scared
Terrified of who I may become
I feel depressed
In all it's numbing painI feel like a soldier
I'm fighting a war against my sanity
I feel like I'm losing
And the darkness is killing meI feel like I can't die
Like for others, my life is imperative
I feel pointless
Sort of like a brick in the woodsI feel depressed.
- Dakota J.
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Darkness's Descending
PuisiI wrote some poems and I'll try to publish at least once a week :) Don't take them please, I will find you and take credit. Should I attempt to publish this as a whole book when there's like 80 poems in it?