I'm not okay and I don't think I have been okay...
Tears fall
Comitosed in a state of grey
All the things are rushing
My confidence decays
It's shriveled to bones
I am nothing more than waste
But if you ask me how I feel I'll just say fine like I'm supposed to say...
Because who would want to disappoint the masses anyway
They'll feed my bones to swine and call it just another Tuesday
Disregarding my existence because
I'm not memorable enough for the loss of sleep
Wouldn't question my absence of I was poisoned with absinth...
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A Poem A Day Keeps the Brain On Vacay
PuisiThis is a collection of poems.Any and pretty much every genre.I will try to write poems everyday or a bunch in one ,but it may not always happen! Hope you enjoy! :)
