We listen to soft soundtracks
In hopes to put to sleep
All of these panic attacks
That cut our souls too deep
Gentle tunes turn erratic heartbeats
Into their very own soft melody
In hopes that this music somehow deletes
All of this pain I've held in me
Tired soul and aching heart
I'll lie down and try to ignore it
But it continues to tear me apart
My mind in this seemingly endless torment
My limbs feel so very heavy
A disconnect with my sorry body
These thoughts, deemed deadly
Or is my brain just rotting?
I feel like I'm floating
Trapped just below the surface
It seems I can't help doting
Oh, these soundtracks make it hurt less
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The Poems Of Me
PoetryPoetry is a form of venting for me. So don't be surprised if you read this only to find a book full of meaningful, and possibly confusing, poems. In some way, my poems are a form of myself and my own feelings. ((PLEASE DON'T STEAL! I MAKE THESE POE...
