My mind is always stuffed
With my thoughts and its ideals
That's why I keep the void in my stomach cuffed
So sometimes I skip meals
Sometimes, I skip showers
Cause I can't wash away my sin
The feeling of being washed out overpowers
And can't be fixed by clear, clean skin
Often, I skip sleep
Cause I dream of time not lost
I fight for all the memories I get to keep
No matter at what cost
Every now and then
I tend to skip a day
I always come back again
Without the time that went away
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my darkest hours | poems
PoetrySelf-written poetry that gives an insight on what goes through someone's head when they are at their lowest. ''I sit still in the prime of my darkest hours While my presence seems calm and serene The happiness of my personality overpowers And leav...
