Plunge Poem by Ava Xyz
Plunge
When it's raining inside my head
it's never pouring outside.
I sit alone inside of myself
and I don't even know why.
Looking thruogh my window it's a
cloudy kind of day,
but I feel fine.
I can't cry.
I can't even laugh,
sometimes I belive it's better that way.
Today I wake up for tomorrow,
tomorrow's the same.
I get up just to be down.
So I lye in bed,
just listening to the rain.
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