Just like that,
I didn't feel ok again.
There's no pretty words,
No sad prose.
Nothing except the cold and the empty.
I'm not ok right now.
I'm not sure if I was ever ok.
I don't have words anymore.
Poetry's stopped midstream in my veins.
I feel oh so heavy.
Yet ready to blow away at the slightest touch of the wind.
I'm not ok.
There's no visible dawn.
Just the night and my demons coming out to play again.
I'm not ok.
That's all the words I have.
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Drowning
PoetryBefore we start there are numerous trigger warnings for homophobia, depression, death suicidal thoughts, and mild implied eating disorder (its not very obvious at all but better safe than sorry.) But, even though in the beginning its filled with sor...
