I see the rough face
I can taste the bad taste
I keep pushing farther
Even my plastic rose is decaying
All the stress in the making
I feel Im slowly breaking
I feel the scars salten
I glance down at the coffin below
I fall
Deep
The signals show
The feeling of being lost is no other
I wish the end of the earth was near
I just overall wish you were here
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The Poors Of The Pity •Mental Health Poetry•
PoetryThis ones is filled with poems that I had created when I was going through a rough patch. Its shows you that it doesn't last forever though it might feel like it. I was going through a lot in multiple scenarios and I just wanted to show you if you w...
