Sometimes the world feels at your fingertips
Intoxicated high, could very well fly
Making mistakes on purpose
No one is perfect, neither are you
Feelings down on manic lows
Weightless thrown, drop the stone
Shining steel on velvet fingers
No blood spilled, the thought still lingers
Tears fill my eyes
Burning mascara filling the air
Muffles my cries
Hatred and painful glances
A blow fallen
My wall never advancing
No recoveries from now on
Everything open, relayed on a sleeve
Yet no one offers help
No one gives me what I need to survive
Autumn leaves in a gust of wind
Dying trees b
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The last leaf falls into my palm
Don't bother with the swings instead.
(Inspiration: Sad Girl by Meltberry)
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Poetry
Poetry:TRIGGER WARNING: Suicide/abuse/harm/depression/anxiety These are poems that release some internal emotions I've been feeling. Some of them may be exaggerated or made up as to represent how I'm feeling. Hope you enjoy!
