No energy no happiness shortness of breath why I'm one who has to deal with this it's getting old I can't stand it, talk to me there's no one home emotions confused nothing but cold, I can't even cry but I guess from me I won't even try, the smile on my face it's there not here look really close its just a grinning stare,i focus on my thoughts my friends use to give me props now I just try to shot after shot, just hoping to drop
Writin by:Charles McDowell
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Charlesmcdowell (
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- Comment from author about the poem: It's how I feel but there's so much more A lot of self conflict that I don't know my brain is troubling me
- Category: Reflection
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