I want to be dead
Seem to be stuck in my head
I see nothing but darkness
There's no way out
Trapped and held
In flames of hell
Your fingers gripping tight
Stripping me out the light
Painful and slowly
One bite after one
You're tearing me apart
Yeah you did from the start.
How long can I hold on
If I already want to be gone?
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Poems at 02.00 AM
PoetryI have done everything in this book, and I would really appreciate if you don't steal them. May be triggering, please don't read if you're sensetive. Thanks x
