tonight im sad.
rain is falling down inside of me
everywhere, and im drowning a little bit
breathing in water
drowning in every accomplishment you will achieve that i wont be able to tell you that im proud of you
that i wont even know about
you're living your life.
and i am not in it.
the bubbles pop
and fill up my lungs again
im drowning,
i wish i was drowning
but its fine, probably
man,
i really need to talk to my therapist about that.
i should probably mention
that i sometimes dont really wanna wake up
in the morning.
i should probably mention that i constantly wish
i had never been born in the first place.
i just want to go one week, just one
without wanting to tear out my own throat
YOU ARE READING
idk if i can call this poetry
Poetrybook 2 this started out as just writing down my thoughts. poems, quotes and other random stuff. thats what this was supposed to be. instead, it had become a diary. a journal, almost. this is long lost lovers. this is heartbreak. this is one s...
