Im drowning
What the hell am i even doing here
At the bottom of the void,
Tied to a rock made of my own fears
A chain around my ankles
Stuck in the repetitive yet addicting motion of self doubt
It's chewing at my nails and picking at my skin
Scratching at my face
It's breaking In not only my mind but my body
dark and dr
all the way in the darkness a parasite lurk
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Letters to Me
Poetrythis is a collection of poems written by me. Please feel free to leave any constructive criticism in the comments I'm always open to feed back.
