My day is starting once again,
I raise my weary soul
I reach for the same old clothes,
I shake away my drowsiness
The thoughts come racing back to me,
Hello my mania
You all tell such pretty lies,
About what lies 6 feet below
Maybe I should dig this hole,
Get ready for demise
But now I'll have to go to work,
I wipe away these tears
How can I explain this illness?
I can't miss hours again
I don't even understand it all,
I'm just so sad today
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My Tragedies
PoetryThis is a collection of poems when I've been my most depressed and low. Trigger warning. If you relate to any of these, please reach out. It's never too late.
