my heart's too heavy for my bed to handle
im sinking through my sheets like quicksand
and suffocating in blankets
drowning in sorrows that I caused
yet I waste away my days being unproductive
just imagining myself doings things I wish I did long ago and never will again
like being okay.
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Lies // poems
Poetrysorting between art and mistakes; creating poems made from problems
