Skies of Gray, Tears so Dry These emotions are hidden and locked inside. Hidden for some time now. I can't open the door, it's locked away all old and Gray.
Dust that reminds me of how long I haven't left my room Someone hurry grab my therapist I need a broom, it's getting suffocating in here, I can barely breathe wait let me retrieve my anxiety from its sheath.
Tears are what I'm drowning in, I wrap my self up in the sky and ponder on why I'm dying on the inside
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PoetryPoems I have written that I have decided to share with the world finally.
