I'm wide awake.
Can't make the thoughts stop.
They drip in like a leaky faucet.
Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop.
Love. Anger. Sadness. Regret.
Now I'm stuck in a waterfall.
Drowning in uncontrollable emotions.
I look back on better days thinking they'll save me.
It doesn't work.
Things I've kept to myself for so long now seem so easy to spill.
I was getting better.
Was.
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Author:
Wilted (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Maybe it's time for me to shut down again.
- Category: Reflection
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