You know it's started again
when you feel like your drowning but your feet have barley touched the water
when the phobia you have of life becomes over-barring
when your soul gets impatient to leave this meat vessel called a body
when your mind yells at you to release your soul
"release your problems"
"release me, your mind, release your will to live"
"let us leave. let us go."
that's when you know that shits getting bad again.
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Poetry
PoetryPoems I've written that I probably find heavily cringe and wish I never wrote them
