My eyelids are heavy.
Zoning into the distance of the buzzing fridge,
Listening to each and every one of the wave vibrations. Connecting.
With my mind, it's turning steady,
I'm outside, I'm on the ridge,
I feel myself reaching the limits,
And I can't save,
myself. From falling to the rock bottom.
I will get up eventually.
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I feel like shit so I write poems
PoetryI feel like my life is a cold Thursday evening mid November Poetry that I write while I overthink my life decisions at 3 am trigger warning for quite depressive thoughts and eating disorders
