I feel so dizzy right now.
Like the world is spinning endlessly,
and mindlessly into a dark void.
My head burns with pain,
my stomach feels hot like lava.
What are you doing to me?
The thought of losing you sickens me.
Hell,
the thought of losing anyone more sickens me.
I feel as if I'm alone.
Surviving in this black void,
just me,
myself,
and I.
No one to guide us through.
No one to get us out.
The sickness returns just as it disappears.
And now it's here to stay.
Forever.
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Concrete Marshmallows | Watty's 2016
PoetryA collection of poems mainly about love and loss. Some personal experiences, others are from different people's perspectives. It's fairly self explanatory. Every poem speaks for themselves and tells it's own story. Enjoy!
