I feel like giving in
No help from the medicine
It’s all got my head in a spin
My patience is growing thin
I just want to be set free
To never hear your name in my brain
But you won’t let me be
From these thoughts I need to abstain
I’m pushing through this pain
Trying to ignore what reminds me of you
But there’s not much left to gain
And everything I see has the same hue
They tell me I’ll move on, that it gets better
But it doesn’t seem to, not now and not ever
Maybe I could get over it, if I was clever
But I’m not, so now all that’s left is an endless endeavor
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A Collection of Madness
PuisiThis is a collection of poems and other short little drabbles that I've written over the years and continue to write regularly. Most of them are dark in nature and all come from the deepest parts of my mind and heart.
