Cracks in my Brain- Poem- Day 2

Cracks in my brain
that I can’t control
I just imagine them
filling with mold.

Breaking off of my brain
until I have nothing left,
become quite simple,
maybe it’s easier in the end.

To not feel so much
and not be so aware
I’d let my brain fall,
I wouldn’t even care.

 

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