First time,
My lungs burned
Second time,
My throat felt raw
Third time,
My lips were dry and my body craving
Fourth time,
I said last time
Fifth time,
This is my secret suicide
Sixth time,
I'm an expert...is that bad?
Seventh time,
We have friends now
Eighth time,
So long for now
YOU ARE READING
Barely breathing
PoetryJust words that can't pass my lips but will go through my head until they fall onto paper. Every single one of these are my original pieces.
