The tick of the clock by my bed sounds distant,
The drumming of my heart feels sickening,
The thumping of my head seems unbearable,
The cold of the razor feels blistering,
The heat of my blood appears burning,
The wheezing of my chest is tightening,
I'm slipping.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry and Monologues.
PoetryThis is just poems and Monologues I write, I've just starting writing and I am 14 years old so please no hate! :D
