soft tunes
playing a joke on me,
back to the roots
make a fool out of me.
I'm back to where I started,
or at least that's what it feels like.
why does my mirror look at me
like it can't recognize me?
I need a cure, to help me endure,
catch a train, run away
I wanna be gone, in another place.
shivers, like lightning bolts
striking through me,
at the same pace
as countless teardrops -
I'm running out of tissues.
I'm teary eyed
I'm watching,
bloodshot eyes
I'm coughing.
terrified
a thousand times,
stop thinking
I'm overthinking,
but it always starts
all over again.
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hello, thanks for reading! <3
it's been a little while, but I so hope you liked this poem, even though it's a sad piece (but somehow I always like the sad ones best).
Let me know your thoughts in the comments! <3
xo, S🌹❤️