Wherever I am
Whoever I'm with
Apathy sits in the pit of my soul
Melodramatic my writings may be
Expressive of thoughts and feelings they are
Accurate Depth
Perception falls short
Writing with ease
Flowing with words
Empty of meaning
Without direction
My brain is wrinkled
With repetitive thoughts
Of petty introspection
Feeling worthless
By Eric Newport
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I wiped as the tears started dropping while reading your poems, I feel like you and I are going through the same things.
If you nee anyone to talk to.
Message me.
(:
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