I look at myself
and once again
I have that feeling.
That stone in your heart,
that heartless stone
that is me.
Raw feelings go here
unscheduled
no words to describe them,
just feeling.
I could say that I'm down
In this English language of yours
But no, that's not it.
You may argue it's depression,
and yeah, my psychiatrist would agree,
but that's not it either.
Maybe it's dysphoria kicking in once more,
certaintly I feel its awful hand greeping me again,
but that's not it.
What may it be,
this ugly feeling I puke to the poem.
I don't know.
But I want it to stop
Jun 22, 2018
Jun 22, 2018 at 4:38 PM UTC
I look at myself
and once again
I have that feeling.
That stone in your heart,
that heartless stone
that is me.
Raw feelings go here
unscheduled
no words to describe them,
just feeling.
I could say that I'm down
In this English language of yours
But no, that's not it.
You may argue it's depression,
and yeah, my psychiatrist would agree,
but that's not it either.
Maybe it's dysphoria kicking in once more,
certaintly I feel its awful hand greeping me again,
but that's not it.
What may it be,
this ugly feeling I puke to the poem.
I don't know.
But I want it to stop
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