Another short depressing relatable poem with no title.

Pebble shout falls downstairs to land on no-one’s foot. Glossy circumfrance – an unoppened text travelling to a green centre fading with mental health in undisturbed light of an antisocial media screen.
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What do you want to do with your life?

I should be writing a dissertation proposal right now- possibly a very major decision, if I decide to do a masters. Do I choose something that I enjoy, something I’m good at or something that’s fairly new? I’ve realised all these decisions I make, and perhaps that you make too, are so often done under fear. We often feel like…
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Prayer for a TeenagerĀ 

I’ve no clothes, two days became a week. You were sitting with me on concrete carpet,  on a market blanket full of dust and fur.  Borrowed headphones on my shoulders, salty air and goosebump silence. The rose must have got trapped in my window last week  – It closed and died. My bed was covered by mouldy leaves.  I lied.…
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