I'd say that I'm dying,
But I'm already dead.
I feel like I'm flying,
With thoughts of her in my head.
I can't keep on going,
I can't even sleep.
My feelings are showing,
The ones I can't keep.
I'm growing too numb here,
I'm losing my mind.
I'm so full of fear,
What's she doing tonight?
I watch out the window,
I stare at my phone.
I let out a soft howl,
I'm no good on my own.
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Mistaken
PoetryA book of poems about the LGBT, depression, selfharm, suicide, freedom, and society.
