I'm lost in the perilous sorrows of my mind, drowning, broken, lost.
My mind an overflowing pool of shadows.
I cant breathe.
Mentally.
Lost.
I cant breathe.
Save me.
- Me
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The Mind State Of The Youth
Poetry"Youth is not a time of life; it is a state of mind; it is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and supple knees; it is a matter of the will, a quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions; it is the freshness of the deep springs of life." ...
Breathe
I'm lost in the perilous sorrows of my mind, drowning, broken, lost.
My mind an overflowing pool of shadows.
I cant breathe.
Mentally.
Lost.
I cant breathe.
Save me.
- Me
