I lift the drink
I shouldn't be drinking \to my lips
That have let words out
That shouldn't been let out
Hand holding things
They shouldn't be holding
You lie in front of me
With a sorrowful look
That shouldn’t lie on your face
With your lips
Letting out words
That don't go into my ears
Tears slip from your eyes
That shouldn’t be falling
Hands reaching for mine
Forcing them them to let go
Of shouldn't be there
And filling with warmth
That I don't want to be there
But should
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The Big Depressi
PoetryThese are some sad poems and some random imagery ones (light mention of suicide)