Another word.
And you look back on what you've wrote.
It all seems terrible.
Shitty.
Trying to learn other languages when you can't even master your own.
No inspiration. Writers block.
Writing a lot but it's all the same shit. Nothing new. Nothing you're proud of.
*Sorry for not posting*
YOU ARE READING
Depresso Espresso Poetry
PoésieA small but growing collection of my own original poetry. These poems illustrate a lot of things that are beautiful to me, with my tainted mind, and describe a lot of the struggles or situations that those dealing with mental illness (or just a perv...
