Sick
Tension Spread Thick
Layering Quick
Mental Health Sinking And Physically Sick
Sympathy Party
Wounds Pathetically Licked
The Sores Of My Past, I So Dangerously Pick
Black Cloud I Cloak, It Unbearably Sits
My Outskirt Persona Convincingly Tricks
A soul Held Captive, Body Imprisonment pit
Happiness Rarely Appears Through The Grit
Broken And Bruised, Shattered To Bits
Accepting, I'm Far Too Gone To Be Fixed
Yet, I Face Each Day Pretending And Refusing To Quit
someday ill be fixed
Copyright © Julianne Williams | Year Posted 2024
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