glass nearly empty
water just covers my feet
i shiver slightly
the world is warped
around me
"this isn't enough"
i say
so they fill my glass
ice water begins to spill
over the top
above my head
i'm drowning now
"this is too much"
i say
but it's already to late.
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The Complete Chronological Works
PoetryStarted early 2018 ⚠️TRIGGER WARNINGS⚠️ - sexual assault mentions - suicide mentions - self harm mentions - themes of depression - themes of anxiety
