I listen to messed up songs and
I hang around with messed up people.
There are quakes in my heart and
I can feel tremors of it in my toes.
My tears are like leaves in autumn
Falling off without consent.
My diaphragm doesn’t expand like balloons anymore
And I can’t breathe.
I dug into my veins, to find at least a well
Were once we’re streams,
All had dried up.
Alas, the deprivation of oxygen
Messed up my brain.
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I am sorry people for being away for not reading you post and not replying to your queries. I am a little but lost. I hope you haven’t forgotten me yet.