Take the knife from my heart, fuck!
Blood pouring seeing no end, but the end of me.Praying to no God to help me please. Stumbling over my words, I don't even know what I'm saying anymore. Looking for answers, looking for more pain. Take a mental concussion to my brain, moving down to you, stronger, trying, dying too without vain. When the light show is over don't forget my name, pour me in concrete, lock me away. Keep me in that secret place. Don't reap over my sins, for this life has hardly begun. Trillions of stars, infinity, I'll find my place. Closer, I've come, finally to you. Approach me slowly, press your lips against mine, pull the trigger, hug me more, clean my wounds, fill them with your sugar. Choking now, "Let me breathe. Release." Blood flows out my body, drained, falling to my knees, then to my face, suffocating myself, fuck.
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Release
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...