Crushed in little bits
thoughts rushing quick
my own self, drifting sick
tired body dispatched with no grip
running with no fuel
my heart stops cruel
stiff small, looked at like a fool
memorizing what feeling was normal
an song not quite finished
the beat with no purpose
is my life worthless
still sing to feel like a person
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Author:
JamieDayDream (
Offline) - Published: October 29th, 2017 17:12
- Comment from author about the poem: Might not make sense, but can make sense of it, don't know who I am anymore.
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
i enjoyed this deep write
The beat goes on brother; now with the pen. Check the NAMI (USA) site for additional support regarding your good health goals.
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