Gasping at the reflection
I really start to question
Whether that me there was the same
I feel the pain roll off me In waves
I can feel my restricting airways
Tears staining my cheeks
Hours staring at the streaks
I watch the flowers bloom
And the pain resumes
As I make my reflection as broken as I
And I wonder again, why?
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Depressing Poems
PoetryPoems about death, about emotions, about loss, about confusion. And the occasional midnight killing.
