What followed... I don't know what followed actually I was hurt and alone I couldn't stay home cause silence is a killer it keeps pounding its way through my thoughts a little voice mimicking the words "its over " I found it hard to grasp my breath my throat is tense I feel it tightening making harder to breath I keep grasping for something to tell me it's not over but I can't feel anything my knee's are growing weak, I feel like my lungs are about to collapse I've inhale so much smoke in one day 2 packs constantly taking one out after the other slowly inhaling cancer through my system. I tried scrubbing every last bit of you that lingered on my skin I kept scrubbing icould feel my skin start to bleed from all that scrubbing I smoked my last cigarette and went out side it started to snow and brought back way to many memories...
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Spilled Ink
Poesiathis isnt a book persay it dose not portray a story but some of the emiotions im going thru as of right now like an personal agenda
