you say I'll be okay
but when will that come ?
when will this torment end
and life will come with a twist
i feel so low
it feels like I'm dying, corroding
from the inside, out
a skeleton rotting in its grave
i hope flowers go from it
life is confusing
so short yet it feels like an eternity
i have this weight on my chest
hanging down
Im getting exhausted carrying it
- give me a hand
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surviving the storm
PoetryA collection of poems meant to soothe and release the pain from the rainy days
