Gunshot words, wound the bullets are like inflections of tone on impact.
And I'm being killed in keystrokes.
Pulled back together held by pills.
Knees buckling again, punch love drunk, but sobering up.
Waking to breathing, sickness.
Toxicity.
Authors notes: Hello lovely writers, and readers alike. I hope you enjoy the new piece and have a good night. Good bye fellow writers and readers~
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The Psychological Poetry Collection©~
PuisiThese are my poems that take on subjects and topic's like depression, schizophrenia, addiction, and other mind-blogging disorders and the like of emotions. I hope you enjoy all the poetry offered here. Art is by:KidChan~
