The fun is over.
Sunday blues,
Lying in bed with bloodshot eyes,
Every muscle in my body
Exhausted.
There are chemicals in my veins,
Bruises,
Scratches on my skin,
My head is aching and my eyelids are heavy,
And I cherish every second of it.
The memories that bore those marks,
Those pains,
Are precious to me, beyond words.
Those tiny snatches of happiness,
The genuine smiles,
Make me feel like life is worth living.
That's all I ever really wanted.
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Fading Out (poems about life)
PoetryA collection of poems about heartbreak, trauma, survival and recovery. Trigger warning to sensitive readers 🖤
