seems like i can never find closure
this weight on my shoulders
it feels like boulders
back is hurting like i'm older
i was in your arms
without you i'm colder
shackles on my feet
dragging me back down
must like the sound of
my face hitting the ground
did you even want me around?
i guess i was a punching bag
hit me til i'm down.
thoughts in my head
despair and dread
unloved reject
staying in bed
things are always left unsaid
what is it you think of me?
snap, back, to my new reality
here goes the law of gravity
get so high fall back down
SMACK!
down
down
down
down.
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Conversations With Myself
PoetryWhat is it that I think? Does it even matter? I leave a lot of things unsaid, unheard, and well.. Here's all the things I wish someone would've and could've heard me say.
