If I could
I'd curl up in a ball
and rip at my hair
and scream
and scream
and scream
And I try
To push that back
I can't stop this feeling
So I stop all feeling
I stop
Stop
Stop
I want it just to end
But it bubbles up
And explodes
I bubble up
And explode
And all I want to do
Is curl up in a corner
And disappear
disappear..
disappear...
Because I think I'm getting better
After I've made my mistakes
But I make another
and another
and another
and another
and my existance is a bother
my existence is a problem
I wish that I could disappear
Not just simply leave from here
But help you in the long run
And when your voice cuts through my chest
I want to ask you to forgive
But that's not right
I'm wrong again
I'm wrong
I'm wrong
I'm wrong
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Poems of Death
Poetry***TRIGGER WARNING*** Feel close to death? Maybe you're not quite as close as you think. These are poems I wrote for me and people I love; some were gifts and others are just my thoughts. These are my own words and images. Although this is for mysel...
