A loss
Incomprehensible to those on the outside
A soul eating away at your heart
Leaving behind a hole
So I fill it with nicotine
And the poetic mess in my mind
Yet every attempt at repairing it
Cannot seem to do a thing
This hole cannot be filled
With drugs; with poems
So I allow myself to feel nothing
In memory of the void in my mind
And in my heart
I try
To comprehend the inevitable
The concept that I will lose everyone
Eventually
And it eats at me
More than I will let people know
A loss
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phosphenes
PoetryA collection of poems about mental health, identity and love. TW AND CW FOR POSSIBLY TRIGGERING TOPICS.
