Drowning on my own,
No one I expect to know
Or even one to notice
What is going on
—
What’s the point?
I always keep on messing up
What’s new?
I am the mess, I’ve no luck
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‘Sorry,’ I tell myself,
But am I really? ‘Coz that I don’t feel;
Or perhaps I became numb?
Or am I just being dumb?
Published by Chinelle Joyce
Written by Chinelle Joyce