I am desperate for help.
The poison he's injecting me
Is flowing through my head.
Dreams of hell and war.
Dreams of suicide.
A quick, painless ending.
What will become of me?
I need someone to suck
The poison straight from
The source.
The poison has blinded me
From the brightness of the blue sky
And the sunset.
One bulb
One room
One mistake
And I'm gone.
Two rivers flow but one is actually seen.
A cry for help is all I scream
When the blade pierces my vein.
One river dries, until the rain
Starts again...
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Pø3ms (Don't judge please)
PoetryMy personal poems. They don't rhyme, so sorry guys. This is just something for me to do for myself. Thank you :)
