How can I sleep
When you're ripping through my brain
Severing nerves
And changing things
To make yourself feel better
You creep into my dreams
And paint yourself up to be
Innocent
Free of all blood on your hands
You're the villain
You are
Not me
I'm just a drowning body
And you're pushing me under
Telling me to
Swim
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Poetry Book 5
PoetryThis is the fifth installment in the random poetry compilation. There is no rhyme or reason to the poetry; it all exists together. If you've been here a while, you'll know that after 100 poems, there will be another book. I normally rant about my co...
