The pressure on my back
A sharp and piercing knife
My will has begun to lack
And I start to price life
My sense of respectability
And my price of everything
Is starting to lose credibility
And I lose interior shelving
My mind is clouded and fogged
My eyes are glazing over
And my mind can't be jogged
My heart starts to quietly shiver
I lose myself in the darkness
But I'm lost at words
And I'm lost in the abyss
Like the chirps of early morning birds
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Poems of an Outcast
PoetryA collection of poems where I write my thoughts down. It's unedited and is mature since it mentions a lot of my mental health issues. There is Poems that actually talk about my love for the sky and the rain if you're more interested in the happier...
