No sound
I feel him staring down
Laughing at me
Ocean I drown
With every mistake
A sigh and a frown
Wish I could jump
Splattered to the ground
.....no sound
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Hidden Pride
PoetryYears of depression bottled up and pour out. TW//: d*pression, su*cidal thoughts, self loathing, etc All poems are the authors original creation. Do not steal!
No sound
No sound
I feel him staring down
Laughing at me
Ocean I drown
With every mistake
A sigh and a frown
Wish I could jump
Splattered to the ground
.....no sound