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the window is never shut
i coldly stare out.
in the autumn my heart will stop
in the winter my blood will freeze.
the curtains are never closed
the darkness trickles in.
in the autumn my skin will rot
in the winter my bones will show.
the glass is chipped
the frost creeps through.
in the evening the bats will fly
in the night the moths will gather.
the ledge is slowly crumbling
the worms are never full.
in the evening the sun will die
in the night the pills go down.
i coldly stare out.
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Forget The World
PoetryForget the world, Forget the people. Focus on me, Focus on you. Smile. A documentation of my deteriorating mental heath and stability through words.
