I swear I respire, prevent my expire.
In and out and out and in
Then out again. Then out again.
I should breathe in. Out is pain.
I breathe in, it hurts my brain.
But to end the pain is sin.
I wouldn't do so. I wouldn't, I know so.
So why is it hard to breathe out?
Maybe the air is unclean,
Maybe my lungs are just too lean,
Maybe my throat is closing in.
But I'll try not to pass out.
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Poems Because I'm bored
ŞiirA bunch of short poems written by me. Am I good at writing poems? Not really. Do I care? Not really. I kinda just want a fun way to express myself, y'know? Also, whenever I write 'She', I'm either referring to myself... or a girl that most of these...
