death
dying
skin goes pale
lips go cold
its gotten old
trying
failing
please dont save me
it cant be
cant be
cant be
please
stop
seize
my thoughts
cease
my pleas
YOU ARE READING
Vent Poetry
PoetryJust, poems i write, decided to publish them, let people read em. Idk. Feel free to leave hate or critical comments i dont rlly care. Also feel free to enjoy! i hope they give some people like me some comfort.
Death
death
dying
skin goes pale
lips go cold
its gotten old
trying
failing
please dont save me
it cant be
cant be
cant be
please
stop
seize
my thoughts
cease
my pleas