Cut off my hair but
my head is still heavy
Buy all I want but
I still feel empty
Rid myself of baggage
But still feel buried
Confess my sins
But still feel dirty
Write until my Skull throbs
Fingers ache
And ears ring
But still feel like I've barely managed
To say a single thing
Is it me? It has to be,
There's got to be something
I'm not doing right
Why else am I stuck feeling Hopelessly lost in the middle of the night
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Paper girl
PoetryA collection of late night thoughts, from spills of emotion to 3am moods. Including childhood poems, Letters I never got to send, Lyrics I can't sing aloud, And miscellaneous quotes and fragments from yet to be published stories. Disclaimer: •chapt...
