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...Unfiltered Thoughts
By SolApathy
We never seem to know where to begin
Though, we always understand where it must end
Thoughts parade through our minds
Spinning like a tornado, it winds
Wicked thoughts descending into darkness
Deeper than most can fathom
It isn’t random
Calculated self-destruction we plan our demise
Filling our head with a thousand lies
Thoughts that aren’t real
Whispers of insecurities, away our defenses are peeled
Left exposed, raw
It may not be real, but it’s what we saw
I can only tell you we wish it wasn’t this way
Please though, understand we’ll never be ok
No lithium solution to our self-destructive tirade
Only calmed by the feel of the blade
Our summertime sadness covered by winter hues
These long sleeves conceal the depth of our sins, our muse
This poem, a reflection our never-ending blues
Though, we always understand where it must end
Thoughts parade through our minds
Spinning like a tornado, it winds
Wicked thoughts descending into darkness
Deeper than most can fathom
It isn’t random
Calculated self-destruction we plan our demise
Filling our head with a thousand lies
Thoughts that aren’t real
Whispers of insecurities, away our defenses are peeled
Left exposed, raw
It may not be real, but it’s what we saw
I can only tell you we wish it wasn’t this way
Please though, understand we’ll never be ok
No lithium solution to our self-destructive tirade
Only calmed by the feel of the blade
Our summertime sadness covered by winter hues
These long sleeves conceal the depth of our sins, our muse
This poem, a reflection our never-ending blues
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Copyright 2023 SolApathy
Published on Tuesday, October 24, 2023.
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"Poetry"
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