My eyelids yearn to lay shut
Yet they shoot open
As if burnt by dormant embers
My pupils dilate
Trying to find light
In the darkness I surround myself in
My head droops and sways
Hoping to find comfort in sleep
My body craves for the one thing
That it chooses to starve itself of
Like a dog tying its own chain
Too short to reach its bowl
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The Big Depressi
PoetryThese are some sad poems and some random imagery ones (light mention of suicide)
