Stone cold rocks inside my chest
Boulders that can't be moved
They grow heavy on solum days
Mornings of greys and blues
My heart begins to harden
Slowly it turns to stone
My lungs start icing
I freeze down to the bone
Weighted down by stone cold rocks
Rocks made of worry
Rocks made of pain
Rocks made so heavy
Rocks kept in vain
Sculpted to a statue
by thoughts in my head
Cold are the days
my chest weighs like led
Jun 4, 2018
Jun 4, 2018 at 11:37 PM UTC
Stone cold rocks inside my chest
Boulders that can't be moved
They grow heavy on solum days
Mornings of greys and blues
My heart begins to harden
Slowly it turns to stone
My lungs start icing
I freeze down to the bone
Weighted down by stone cold rocks
Rocks made of worry
Rocks made of pain
Rocks made so heavy
Rocks kept in vain
Sculpted to a statue
by thoughts in my head
Cold are the days
my chest weighs like led
Depression is hard to describe but yet so easy.
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