I stopped writing poetry
What more do you want from me
What's the point of being accepted
If the only thing I'll ever be is rejected
The rain outside drowns out the bugs
My blanket tries to give me warm hugs
My head right now feels like static
But my mind is going erratic
Nights like this i wonder what to do
The rain just stopped, but you never knew
I should be asleep, yet here I am
So now I'm here, ignore the spam
My head is pounding
I shouldn't be awake
To end my suffering,
My mind you can take
It's too silent
My music's not on
Now here it is
The head of the fawn
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Roses Bleed Blue || Poetry ||
PoetryI'm bored Yet my mind is racing My heart Can't keep up with inconsistent pacing I'm panicking They can't keep up with the chase and I'm looking But I can't find my wrist brace and If i were a card I wouldn't be an ace then It's suffocating All the...
