There is a defining moment
you are watching tv, laying bed, having coffee and you feel it in the back of your skull, the sadness you are so overwhelmingly okay with and you have to choose. Do you give in and dwell in the sadness, the comfort of misery or do you push on and hope it goes away.
I am laying in bed
it's 1:18 in the morning
I cannot decide

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How To Write Poems like A Broken Person
Poetrya collection of tiny poems for mentally unstable people like me