The autumn leaves that crinkle beneath your boots
I don't want to face the truth
The seasons are changing once again
Going back to where I've always been
Nothing new, nothing different
Same sh*t, different days
A broken record has no choice but to replay
Good day, bad year
It'll never change, or so it'll appear
I'm stuck in the void
Trying to block out all the noise
It's too loud
I can't
Can't eat or sleep(well)
Cant think, can't act like I'm swell
Like the autumn leaves that crinkle beneath your boots
I have accepted the truth
That the seasons are changing once again
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Random Poetry Collection
PoetryThis is a collection of bad poetry I've managed to compose through the slurs of ink we've come to know as letters we form into what we know as language. The '*'s indicate that this poem is a little on the sad/darker side.
