Banging My Head
Banging my head.
Wishing I was dead.
Each bang of my head harder than the last.
Hoping that I will eventually hit my head hard enough to at least knock myself out.
With each collision of my head with the banister it becomes easier to forget my troubles.
But the pain in my head is becoming too much.
I don’t know how much longer I can take this.
I can’t just keep banging my head.
But I still wish I was dead.
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Wally's Poems
PoesíaThis is a collection of poems I have written. I will continue to add more and more poems as I write them. I will try to keep them in the order I wrote them in, but that won't always be possible. Through these poems I am expressing myself and tellin...
