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My Little Island
Tell the sun
Tell the moon and all the stars
Tell the flowers growing outside my window
And all the pictures on my walls
All the people walking down the street
Shout it from the rooftops
Tell them, well
I don't know what to tell them
I'm lost and I don't even know if I want to be found
I'm here, but I don't know why
And all of these things
The sun, the moon, and every last one of the stars
Are crushing down on me
And Jupiter is sitting on my chest
Making it hard to breath
And mars is crushing my foot
So I can't even run
And even if I could where would I go
I’m lost
And I want to be found
But it's too late
The plane already flew over my lonely island
The boat already passed by
But I missed them
Because I was busy filling the lake with my tears
I was preoccupied with the monsters
There names anxiety and depression
And They won't go away
The keep tearing at my clothes
And this...this is my last shirt
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This was one of those poems that I didn't even know I was writing when I wrote it, but I love the way it turned out