Pieces of pieces of pieces.
There can't be anymore releases.
You can't fix me cause you did this.
Injected me with the poison in your kiss.
I want no more of you,
But I'm addicted to everything that you do.
Just picking up where you left off,
All I need is for you to doff.
I'm too busy picking myself up off the floor,
To notice you've started a war.
I could be dying inside,
And you wouldn't have even cried.
Pieces of pieces of pieces.
The temperature decreases.
And now I've locked my room,
To go and face my doom.
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My Inner Constriction
PoetryPoems I've written over the course of time relating to my struggles with depression and failed relationships.