My mind is in space, again.
My head is in the clouds
And my hearts still not
In my chest.
Eyes are bloodshot,
And red.
Pupils dilated,
Eye lids barely open.
Cheeks are stained with tears.
The tip of my nose is red,
Kind of like Rudolphs'.
Bottom lip is trembling
And my chest feels tight.
At least when I'm high
No one's asks what I'm
Crying about.
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Hopeless State Of Mind
PoésieSad peoms and stories from built up emotions & memories over the past 3 years.
