Walking dead in my head
Lucid dreams
Paranoia
I'm going home tonight
Alone
Sober
Alive
I'm a dead woman walking
Walking home
Taking care of the things I have done to myself
A dead body walking
A body that is empty and tired
Somewhere lost in a ditch
The dead that lives and wants to die
But today that dead woman walks
And for the first time tries to fix what she broke
The dead woman lives
The dead woman walking fails
The dead walks
And wish they were real dead
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Dead Fowers
Poetry"As I write myself I grow Cause, I know how to lick Cuts and pain So, I bloom Bloom into you" - "Dead Flowers In My Feels" is a compilation of poems through adolescence till now. I used to thought that I was a poet but now I realize I just vent with...
