I’m sneezing
But I’m not shooting out snot
Feels like my brain is coming out
As if I had one
I strongly disagree with whoever claims
I’ll become well
Only takes time they say
Because it’s not my cold I’m worried about
It’s my sanity that will blow out
Bits of me in a napkin
Never relaxing until it’s not tragic
Mostly reading to avoid the traffic
Of emotions
Like rage and sadness
Too bad my depression doesn’t come with a description
Because I would of returned it
The minute I got it
To avoid my sudden supression of feelings
That I think bring
Too much of a commotion
To my self conscious.
Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 11:30 AM UTC
I’m sneezing
But I’m not shooting out snot
Feels like my brain is coming out
As if I had one
I strongly disagree with whoever claims
I’ll become well
Only takes time they say
Because it’s not my cold I’m worried about
It’s my sanity that will blow out
Bits of me in a napkin
Never relaxing until it’s not tragic
Mostly reading to avoid the traffic
Of emotions
Like rage and sadness
Too bad my depression doesn’t come with a description
Because I would of returned it
The minute I got it
To avoid my sudden supression of feelings
That I think bring
Too much of a commotion
To my self conscious.
This is not complete because I’m making it in class but I do still wish you enjoy it so far ❤️
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