A soft breeze,
raising the hairs on my arms
and the back of my neck.
A gentle whisper in cool, crisp evening,
Maybe I'll make it through this.
A deep tear in stability,
the scorching sun sinking into my skin as my lungs inflate with hot air and I feel as if I'm suffocating
I should have known better.
On a downward spiral
And I can see my life flash before my eyes
Everyday a blur
Filled with the same old shit
And the same old problems
Why wait?
We all know I'm dead anyways.
[Perhaps dying was the step I needed in order to come to life]
~S~
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PoetryA poem book with original poems written by me. Covers a variety of different topics as it is a representation of life as I live and experience it. [Poems that aren't mine will credit the original author] //tw//: self harm, depression, suicidal tho...
