Time stops,
And stands still.
Each day
seems like a year.
I'm lost,
And can't be found.
In this darkness,
I lay dying
Cold.
Empty,
And alone.
It holds me down,
And won't let go.
There is no escaping,
it consumes me until there's nothing left.
I may look fine,
But on the inside I'm full of death.
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Only Mine
PoetryI'll be updating poems everyday. I'm mostly doing this to vent so sometimes they won't make sense. :) Thanks for listening !! If you like them please Comment, Vote and Follow. Thank you! :)
