i dont know what i can do,
how can i ease the pain of time,
the cuts on my life are over lapping,
being opened again before they can heal.
//
i feel like every breath i take,
isnt enough to keep me alive,
too shallow and too fast,
now its time for a black out.
//
my vision has gone all dizzy,
i think im falling to the floor,
people are crowding round to help,
but they cant stop whats about to happen.
//
i hit my head on the cold stone floor,
i think im going to sleep,
this time i hope i dont wake up,
maybe now the cuts from life will heal.
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Poems
Poetryall of these poems were written by me in my best times and in my worst. i'll let you figure out which poem belongs in which time.
