The skin has been torn.
The blood has been shed.
You may not know this ,
but I'm already dead.
I may be breathing.
I may have a smile.
But, I don't know,
if I can walk the next mile.
My heads in the clouds.
My sanity is fleeting.
You don't realize that,
my hearts barely beating.
The skin has been torn.
The blood has been shed.
You may not know this,
but I'm already dead.
.
.
.
Depressing, I know...
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The Poetry of my Crazy Life
PoesíaThis book will be filled with poetry that I have written through out the past few years. Please be warned that some of these poems can get very depressing. For some of the poems I might give a background story to them (why I wrote them) so please do...
