Made up Memories
A poem
I want to drown myself
in the thought of you,
get lost in memories
that never were true.
I built the perfect you
inside my head,
every night I laid alone
in my bed.
I want to drown myself
in the thought of you,
get lost in memories
that never were true.
I built the perfect you
inside my head,
every night I laid alone
in my bed.
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Just someone using writing as an outlet to deal with depression, anxiety, suicidal thoughts, and life in general. Poetry on IG @in.2.the.darkness