Snippet 6
Bathroom floor
Same old intoxication,
I can't tell anyone about.
All the garbage in my mind,
Wouldn't matter to me at all in the future.
But yet I'm Intoxicated,
In the bathroom floor.
I feel trapped inside of me,
Not knowing how to cope.
I'm intoxicated,
Not with drugs but sorrow.
Sorrow can get so addictive,
So comfortable, it's like home.
I wanna end it but keep it,
I hate sorrow but I want sorrow.
- TLS
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Melancholy- A Bunch of snippets
PoezieI don't know if it's the weather, the hormones or just how my life is shaped but there's something so gloomy inside of me. The Melancholy Snippet Collection, is a set of poems, verses, paragraphs, stanzas, bits and other write ups based on the sorr...
