The feeling of drowning in society is intoxicating.
Knowing you'll never be able to swim back up from all the failures and disappointment you've caused upon yourself and others.
The chain of depression and anxiety clinging to your ankles, Dragging you further down into the abyss.
Your arms struggle to grab anything....Anyone.
But nothing ever comes to save you.
You finally open your mouth and society fills your lungs with
The lies and stress of what's
Perfect or not.
But that'd the thing. There's no such thing as being perfect.
And knowing that you can never amount to even getting close enough to look back up and see it,
Is devastating.
So in my opinion I say let the water fill my body,
Let the weight of the world way me down and kill whatever is left
Of me.
YOU ARE READING
Loud Pøetry Spilled From The Quiet Soul
PoetryAll of these are mine. Not the Internet. Trigger warning. (Self mutilation, depression, anorexia, etc....) And my apologies if they aren't even slow to Bukowski or Anything....I just wanted to try
