spinning
I’m trapped inside my head
Pacing, pacing, I’m walking too fast.
I’m hanging by a thread.
Is a thread enough to breath my last?
Maybe I’m just crazy
Or possibly too young
But everything seems hazy
What have I become?
I can’t stop thinking.
The gate opens, everything drops
I just keep sinking.
What will it feel like if my heart stops?
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hi there
hi, im twelve, i have ptsd and depression lol. and before you try and tell me to stfu because im 12 what can i be sad about, i was diagnosed. by a professional. :) hope you enjoy my cringy ass poems.
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