Everyday I can feel it's presence in my chest,
Glaring at me while I tremble through panic's Trail, Not able to speak or move cuz making one mistake makes disappointment easy to judge the coat, If only it would go away And leave me alone in peace for once,
And yet I'm still feeling it even if it's not there,
Sliding down my cold throat with a sharp knife, while choking for deaths final words to end me, crying for air, drowning with floating shadows, smiling at me with a bloody red thirst for my eyes to close, turning whiter than snow makes it easier to disappear from anxieties grip on my shoulder of plastic ready to break in half, I know this is Satans doing but what choice do I have, I know I deserve it but I still hate the after shock
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The Writer's World
PoetryThis book is about my poems that I have done Throughout my whole life, My first poem is how I got into poetry. Please, and thank you for giving this book a try.🙂
