These walls I put up,
They are slowly breaking away.
My shell,
It's growing thinner everyday.
My pale blue eyes,
they are now turning a dark gray.
My healthy skin,
is becoming a sickly pale again.
My meat and muscle,
its slowly being replaced with skin and bone daily.
My body tells me no,
But i wont stop 'till i die.
Al my flaws and my everything,
they are my problems.
YOU ARE READING
Short stories and poems
PoetryJust some short stories with a side of poems i decided to make. The poems will come first and then the stories will be near the end more. I may add in some poems at the end also. Please don't copy.
