Doomsday is closer than I expected
I clench my fists
Every ounce of my mind is infected
I'm done taking risks
Let death hold my hand
I'm drowning already
My knees make it hard to stand
I wish for someone to hold me steady
Inhale deeply
Exhale slowly
Every worry is stacking creepily
I wish to the heavens above, that I am wholly
Wholly in dept to you
For the fact that you watch over me
Forget my sins too
I'm grateful, can't you see?
I just can't do this anymore
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A Look Inside My Head
PoetryJust a collection of intimate poems that I've written over the years, and still continue to write. Poetry has, (and probably always) will be my outlet. Even when I'm not sure why, I feel a certain way, overtime I write, everything makes sense, if on...
