I choke on my unrequited words.
I think but I can't seem to speak.
I will silently weep because your hurtful words will slowly seep.
I will soon be a shell of myself.
The world will eventually crush me and my dreams.
I can't seem to reach my peak. To reach my full extent without falling off that unstable edge, teetering, slowly drifting. My bottled emotions are collecting dust. Soon I won't be able to differ love from lust. I feel so lost. I need a map, a compass, anything to help me find my way. I feel such pain, such distress. My depression that I can't seem to shake, the dark that clouds my vision. I will soon wake, I will emerge from this dark place that taunts me, housing the demons that haunt me. Slowly bringing me to my advanced end. My bipolar, disorder, depression. Is something I wish I could change. Although they do say its all mind over matter. Meaning if I believe I'm happy, if I believe my depression doesn't effect me, then it won't matter and i'll soon find myself smiling.
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BAM bamboo bamboozled, I love this poem. But I'm guessing a lot of people aren't going to read it cuz their prolly to lazy. Just like how I'm too lazy to spell rn lol. Anyway I hope u people r having a wonderful wonderful very wonderful day because I missed the bus and my leg is.. I don't even know anymore. Its probably sprained real bad lol. LIKE I was saying I hope u guys have a wonderful day cuz I cant seem to stop talking. Comote? Advice? Criticism (constructive criticism)? Thanks verr muchee!!♥
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Dirty Petals
Poetryfree verse poetry, well mostly free verse. I don't usually go by any poetic devises at least not purposely. I just go with the flow. I write my feelings on paper but in this situation on my touchscreen or my laptop keys. I write poetry ALOT but that...
