I notice myself zone out looking in a world of nothingness for hours upon hours,
it is not my fault that I have no motivation nor desire to do the things that make me happy,
it is simply my minds fault,
I am stuck in the deep forest of my head,
there is no escape,
no shortcuts,
it seems as if I will be stuck here forever,
the only escape is to end it all,
just close the book,
I will be removed from the deep forests of my head and lifted into the sky with the clouds,
I will finally be free,
it is my only desired.
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PoetryTW: S//cide, se/f ha*m, ab*se, go//re* (not a ton of gore, just blood) Honestly this is just a book of poems that i write. Nothing too special. Some of them aren't even about my life i just think they sound good but most of them are true events.
