I don't feel good, it feels like my heart is in my stomach, and I'm choking on my own thoughts, I'm running from my emotions and you're throwing them like daggers, getting a bullseye in my back every time, it splitting through my heart like our old photographs, my tears singing through my hands, as your hand print burned on my face, I'm running....I'm running....your memory is still in my mind, pounding, the demons tearing at my hair, screaming in my ears as they do tricks on my shoulders and kick in my back, it's breaking my core, my spinal cord is gone, and you tell me to find a back bone...when all I really wanted to find was a hand to hold..
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My poems
RandomI will write my deepest, saddest thoughts here. Warning, you may cry, or scream, or tell someone you love them more then ever. But please don't be angry with me.
