March 11, 2019
"Don't Copy Me"
Don't copy me
I'm trying to notI feel sick
Like the contents
Of my stomach are about to
Pour outI can't breathe
My pipes are blocked
By tears not yet shed
I'm curled up in a ball
Sinking deeper
Into my bed
And the thoughts
Seeping through my headMy body is heavy
With impending sadness
Yet I can't sleep
Can't sleep
And lack the motivation
The drive
To do anything
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Poems
PuisiHighest rank: #22 in Thought-provoking I write poetry as often as I can.