The pain I take
Is the pain you make
And every you scented breath
Effects my sanity like Meth
You bring me up
You bring me down
Keep pushing me
And I fear I'll drown
Deep in your grasp
Muffling ever painful gasp
I bite my lip
And struggle away from your grip
Finding my lungs breathless
And my nights restless
I'm not sure how much longer I can take this
But for you I strive on
And pray for the pain to be gone
YOU ARE READING
Scaps Of Paper
PoetryThis is a small collection of poetry that I myself have written It's nothing more than word vomit Splattered on scraps of paper
