i see all those around me
drowning
and i want to drown
alongside them.
i never really understood depression
the pain, the suffering
all i see is romanticization
the hate i'm producing.
nobody understands and neither do i
is this all just a ploy
i know i have hypochondria of the mental kind
but please don't play me like a sex toy.
i'm begging you brain
just for an infinity of a second
take away the pain
there's nothing left for you to gain
anymore.
~ follower
YOU ARE READING
acheful
Poetry❝ the town was paper but the memories were not. ❞ an anthology of poems written during an inexplicable journey of friendship, hope and forgiveness called life.
