Get out of m y h e a d
You're stealing the oxygen;
I need it for myself.
You're suffocating me
With your own breath,
I'm dying, but I feel so alive.
Good god.
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The Diary of a Fallen Girl
PoesíaThere is no relief. Only love, And death. *** This is dedicated to everyone who has broken my heart before. Thank you. *** {Highest Ranking: #315 in poetry} {Trigger Warning}
get out
Get out of m y h e a d
You're stealing the oxygen;
I need it for myself.
You're suffocating me
With your own breath,
I'm dying, but I feel so alive.
Good god.
