Bruised knuckles,
Aching heart,
Bloodshot eyes.
Mind is lost,
Chest is tight,
There's a lump
In my throat.
Tired,
No sleep.
Hungry,
Can't eat.
I seek comfort in
Drugs and drinks.
Laying on the floor
Of a dirty bathroom,
Mascara running down my
Cheeks like the
Waterfall of tears.
My chest is tightening
More and more
Within each passing second
That you're not here.
Heartbreak,
That's what it's called.
That's what I feel.
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Hopeless State Of Mind
PoetrySad peoms and stories from built up emotions & memories over the past 3 years.
