I'm buried underneath the ground
I lay on my back with knives stabbing into my heart
My vision clouded in the dark.
Memories skipping like a damaged VHS tape.
My world is different than yours
You are living above ground
Walking over me,
I exist
But not even in the slightest.
Dark thorns grow out of my skin
My heart skips a beat
I try harder to push above the surface
I touch
I reach
My hands clutches you
but it never connects.
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Melancholy - poem
PoetryEnjoy well written poetry that is relatable for many, in short or long entries each chapter. It is sad, motivating, and breathtaking to read with each part relating to things I've been through and others have been through too. It's a well worth it r...
