Everyday I can feel myself getting sicker.
I can feel my bones getting weaker,
I can't see the light anymore.
What's there left of me?
An empty shell of a light soul.
Should I surrender to the dark?
Should I set myself free?
I still remember your voice,
Full of sweetness and kindness.
The kindness that no real person can give.
I wish i would've said something more.
The baggier the pants,
The more fragile you look.
Words come close to repeating,
In every sentence you say.
Your patience is also running away.
Skin brittle as glass,
It used to shimmer,
Wishing to switch back time you look at the mirror,
All that I see is death for my own betrayal.
Sorry for the grammar lol
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PoesíaHello, I didn't write an introduction so I'll write it here. This is my first book and so I'm very excited. I'm mainly using this one for feedback. This book is gonna be a collection of short poems written by me. Most aren't gonna be filled with pos...
