Take my heart,
Take my breath.
Tear me apart,
Give me to Death.
Call me out,
On my terrible lies.
I'll scream and shout,
My pitiful goodbyes.
Take my love,
Without return.
A star from above,
I'll crash and burn.
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Almost a poet
PoezjaI'm trying my luck at poetry so it'd be great to get some feedback. Keep in mind that these poems are strongly related to depression, anorexia, and things of that sort. If you are recovering, this story is not recommended for you.
