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.
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Lotus's Nightmares
PoetryHUGE TW: Depression, suicide, self-harm This is a poem series originally named "Frog's Feet". It is a series of poems I have written during my hard times. This will be continued until I forget about it. Forewarning you to not read this is you have t...
