one day,
it's gonna be enough.
I'm going to have enough.
enough for me to end my burdensome presence.
my glass will be filled with helplessness,
and with every ounce I drink,
another gulp of regret.
i look up at the flickering light,
to attempt seeing another chance of flight.
only to realize,
all I ever was,
all I ever will be,
is a burden.
a burden to me.
to everyone.
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My Poems Of Unrest
Poetryif u came across this, hey! these are just some poems I made describing things that i couldn't really describe or say physically, out loud. *WARNING* there is triggering content in these poems (self-harm, depression, anxiety, identity crisis, etc) t...
