Death I wished for
Suffocated I feel
Sad, perhaps might I be
Confused, an understatement to my catastrophe
Surrounded by amazing people, I sure was
But something was just wrong
When did death become my only thought?
When did happiness become a visitor?
When did I lose the good memories and kept the bad ones
When did I begin to see things that weren't there?
When did it all become an hallucination?
When did I become a shadow of myself?
Just when?
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Finding Solace🥀🌺💔
PoetryYou are my addiction With you I feel like I'm in the land of seduction When you caress my skin I feel like I'm in deception When you kiss me I feel like I'm in a concert that has eviction The feeling is so hot, that I feel like I'm in affliction At...
