The Death of Me
My body feels like
It's been stepped on
A million times
By a bulldozer.
I feel pain all over
And it hurts...
Just really hurts.
My head feels like
It's been from
Amnesia
Over and over again
I feel numb all over
And it ain't working...
Working out anymore.
My heart feels like
It's been stabbed
Straight through
Bleeding blood pouring down
I feel cold all over
And it burns like death...
The death of me.
(c) WhiteSecrets715 2013.
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Blurred Dreams
PoetryMy second poem collection. Mostly about my different outlooks in life. A poem collection about my feelings towards other people.
