Something has broken inside me
And now I can't help but be nervous
Now my heart weighs me down
And my mind is waterlogged
And I will sob and sob in my bed
Because of this emptiness I cannot fill
No matter how many
Toaster pastries I stuff down
Because everything just tastes sour
And I can't understand my loneliness
Because I want to be alone anyway
And I will flirt with death
By dragging sharp things
Against my pale skin
From never seeing the daylight
Because this emptiness traps me in bed
And my body has become a rock
And now my mind betrays me
Over and over
With these words
And despite myself, I believe them.
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Art Will Survive, Artists Won't
PoetryThis book is a compilation of free-form poetry that I've written. Most of it is pretty personal, but I hope you'll like it regardless. POSSIBLE TRIGGERS: depression, self-harm, lgbtq+, suicidal thoughts
