A/N: I got the idea from this: http://www.eastoftheweb.com/short-stories/UBooks/YelWal.shtml
there is something on my head
shoulders
it pushes, pulls, drags me down
i try to
fight it
then fall to the floor.
i dont want to leave
yet still i
do
oozing
till im just goo
congealing into
a blob
of despair
hardening
so brittle
i will break if i so much as
frown
only immune to concern
smiles
soon i am so bland
i collect dust
the scent of the yellow wallpaper
suspended
forever
in
me
creeping around leaving smooches of tears
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Pastel Pain: A Poetry Collection
PoetryA collection of poetry I wrote when I was at my worst, my best, and everything in between. This is from before I needed trigger warnings.
