There's a well in my chest
And it's all run dry
No bucket or pail
Can make me cry
Just dirt at the bottom
And I don't know why
There's a well I'm my chest
And it's overflowing
The soundtrack plays
And I feel like you're going
My eyes start to blur
And I start slurring
There's a well in my chest
And I'm drowning at the bottom
My hands splash hard
But my lungs start to blossom
There's a well in my chest
And it's falling apart
There's a well in my chest,
In place of a heart.
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Lavender Scented Poems
PoesíaWriting poetry because I'm in college and struggling with mental illness.
