I've held my grip on life for too long now
my knuckles are a numb yellow
from how hard I've tried to stay
but I guess it's time for this grip to loosen
to let go, of everything
Goodbye, I'm sorry.
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wandering dandelions #wattys2018
PoetryA collection of poems about depression, love, and sometimes random things. Please help this lonely af individual feel less alone on this bleak planet called Earth. I'm literally melting off my couch from boredom. The cover was conjured by the magica...