My eyes roll back as I feel the rush of the pain get replaced by a state of bliss followed by long moments of happiness. As wrong as it is, what I'm doing is giving up the heavy, rusted baggage I have and starting something new.
Every night as the chemicals course my veins. I sit in the middle of my bed, smiling because slowly but surely I'll get to where I'm going. With melodies and harmonies playing gently into my ears as if they were actually there. I rock back and forth, reminiscing on the days when I was young. The memories of when grandmother would hold me in the rocking chair when something wasn't right, they flood my mind and the urge for more bliss and happiness became a demand. I slowly lay back as a tear rolls smoothly down my cheek. I reach over for the mirror as I prepare my roller coaster ride, I quickly consume it and soon realized my life could end. I simply shrugged and smiled, as if death was a new paradise. I closed my eyes for the last time and went to my paradise.
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Short Poetry
PoetryThese are just short little poems that I just randomly come up with. Some of them may be triggering so read if you want to. Its just a little something for me to do to free my mind. I hope you enjoy =^w^= (BTW I own all rights to these poem, and wou...
