Author's note: triggering
With each breath I take,
I get one step closer to dying.
If you think about it,
We are all dying.
Some dying from disease,
Some dying from age,
Me?
I'm dying from my thoughts.
With just
A bullet to my head
A rope to my neck
A poison to my tongue
A blade to my skin
I could end this all.
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The Chaos
PoetryWelcome to the chaos of my mind. A collection of original poems by me. "A poet is, before anything else, a person who is passionately in love with language." -W.H. Auden "That was her gift, she filled you with words you didn't k...
