Nails hurry up my body,
A pin drags down my back,
A needle picks at my skin,
A knife runs through my stomach.
I am no longer alive,
Nor am I in Heaven,
I am still, still on Earth,
Just stuck like this, dead, forever.
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Personification
Poetry//3rd Place Arctic Awards// Through poetry, this book expresses different mental illnesses, emotions and discoveries of a teenage mind. 'No amount of body lotion or perfume could cover up the memory of his smell on my weakened, scarred skin, And no...
