Head below the surface,
Bubbles moving up,
Shining with the reflections,
Tears collide with water,
Not too shallow,
Just enough to keep me drown,
I have a choice,
And this is it,
It's not depression,
Maybe just too tired,
With everything.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryMood : Can i play with you? Swing : Sure. Me : Why just play when we can have a party? Mood : * looking at swing * Swing : * looking at mood * Both : Yes!! Me : 😈
