I can't tell if i'm just overreacting to stupid things or they aren't stupid to me anymore.
So before the morning comes, I'll make a promise to the stars,
I'll come visit once more before I drown in my own scars
It's a cruel, cruel longing, to elementally yearn,
To listen to these whispers, the meanings I'll never learn
The future around the corner is waiting with a knife,
I'll never stand in the doorway supported by my pure life
My brain will wander off, my hands will feel for more,
my feet will turn around before I even see the door
And it makes me want to cry, and i'll do so all the same,
No one holds me to it, but I still feel ceaseless shame
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Poems probably
Poetrythe later parts are a lot better than the first ones in my opinion poems and random stuff i want to put on here
