It feels so good,
When I am laying down,
And I take a big breath out,
And don't breathe in.
I lay there,
And when I don't breathe,
It's like a relief,
And it feels so good,
So right.
And then I have to breathe,
Because my eyes see pixels,
Instead of images,
And my head is spinning,
And I can feel,
My pulsing heart.
But I like not breathing,
I don't know why,
It just feels so fresh,
So good.
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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...
