Bloody knees still slipping, worse than any virus, leeches under my skin still sipping. My eyes are covered, but you can see them clearly. I'm screaming, can you hear me? This darkness is closing in on me intimately. Kiss me, hug me, squeeze me, injection, broken ribs, suffocation, to jump or not, I'm contemplating. Under my feet it's burning hot, Hell's already here, can't you feel it, can you pull the trigger, a slight move of a finger can turn light on, don't live in darkness forever. It kills you, but makes you clever. Is death better? I guess I'll find out eventually, where we move slowly on this plane of infinity.
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PoetryThis is a collection of my writing from the past 7 years. Before I started to write, I was a very lost individual, as are most teens, but I was lost in darkness. I was too afraid to move anywhere at all. I hid in the dark, debilitated by my own anxi...
