At times like these
I wish there was ice
Running in my veins
Not warm blood filled
With endless amounts
Of painful emotion
At times like these
I wish that instead
Of a beating heart
I had a hole in
My chest so I was
Devoid of emotion
I'm tired of love
I'm tired of life
I'm tired of pain
I'm tired of strife
At times like these
I wish they were my last...
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Time's Running Thin
PoetryBasically I'm giving myself a 5 minute time limit to write and develop a poem as much as I can...so here is the result!
