March 11, 2019
"Don't Copy Me"
Don't copy me
I'm trying to not
I feel sick
Like the contents
Of my stomach are about to
Pour out
I 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 head
My 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.
