I think that,
day by day,
I started losing parts of myself.
I had hope I'll somehow man up and finally fight and bring them back.
I did.
I swear to God I did.
But I still lost parts of myself,
everyday that hollow void within my ribcage
would grow bigger and bigger..
and now as I look at myself I see it,
and only it.
The demons stole all the pieces, and here I am
looking at nothing
but suffocating lungs
and a heart that's failing
and in a few minutes, seconds in fact, it will all be over and then my demons will have it all.
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Suicide Notes
Poetry'how can a person be filled with life and then be empty? Where does it all go?' A collection of suicide notes. (thank you farah (the_author15) for the dope cover, I love you).
