The weight on my shoulders
pushing me down to the core.
Everyone blocking my feelings out
but I guess that's my fault.
Dying slowly
is now a hobby.
Nobody can fix me.
Like a crumbled paper
I can't go back to normal.
Lotus's Nightmares
By Dehydrated_Migraine
HUGE TW: Depression, suicide, self-harm This is a poem series originally named "Frog's Feet". It is a series... More