Tw: S/h
The feeling burns my skin,
The thought burns my mind,
The sight burns my eyes.
Dots of red peak out,
My vision blurring,
Skin stings,
Mind fills.
Though, I can't get enough,
I want my mind to burn,
My sight to burn,
Even my skin to burn.
Can't stop,
Won't stop.
Why try?
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My Poetry
PoetryMost of this is sad, any TW will be at the start of them I'm a 17 y/o just wanting to share some of my poetry with people other than my friends :] (Also feel free to comment any tips and how I could improve on my writing!)
