Brain running
Out of control
On top of the Bridge
In the middle the river
All towers are down
Connection are fading
A car with no engine
A house with no roof
Why
My words not flowing
I'm losing my audience
I stabbed myself in the back
A robe around my neck
I'm bleeding on stage
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A poem about not being up to normal and getting worse. Dark and sad. Nicely written
A dark and sad write around the deteriorating of there mental wellbeing, nicely written and expressed
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