Sometimes all you need is a pen and a paper
Sometimes you don't need the noises drowning your head with sorrows
Sometimes you just need silence. Just silence.
Sometimes simplicity is enough
Sometimes I just want to wrap myself with the bed covers and sleep
Sometimes I don't want to dream
Sometimes I just want to stop thinking and just listen. Listen to nothingness
Sometimes coziness and warmth is all I want
Sometimes the problems are just too heavy on my shoulders and I just want to collapse on the floor and lay there.
Sometimes I don't want to move. I just want to stay where I am forever
Sometimes my thoughts get too complicated and I want to string them out one by one
Sometimes I don't want to feel
Sometimes feelings can break you piece by piece and thoughts can rip your heart
Sometimes I just want to get lost, and never be found.
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Wasteland
PoetryThings you'd throw in the garbage. In a wasteland. To rip until death. And that's okay.
