I think of death
Too much
I try not to
I feel the scare
The reality
That I will die
Alone
I want to face my fear
Of death
But to do that
I have to die
I am stuck
I am scared
I taste death
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Colors of My Mind
PoetryI wrote these poems during the darkest time of my life. Writing is what got me out of my crippling depression. -Piece is not fully posted- Regularly updated. There is mention of: sex, self harm, self loathing, drinking. Foul language. * I do not s...
Taste Death
I think of death
Too much
I try not to
I feel the scare
The reality
That I will die
Alone
I want to face my fear
Of death
But to do that
I have to die
I am stuck
I am scared
I taste death
