Confession #98: Only alive for so long.
My chest constricts,
as I write the words,
written in my heart,
exposed so nakedly.
My hands, constrict,
as my feelings,
consume my words,
that are on this online page.
Despair has consumed me,
has vomited out a weakling,
wet with tears,
with the smell of death.
Death come join me,
come love me,
come embrace me,
with one last breath.
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Non-Fiction"I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best." - Marilyn Monroe I'm just Taz. A girl who is...
