What would you do
If i told you
My skin was open
Filling
Blood
Flooding the tiles
On the floor
With what was once
My existence
Im persistent
What if i told you
Im so willing
To fill
This tub up
With what fills
My body
How shocking is it
Listening to crying
By a dying
Fire
What if i told you
Im just tired
Connected
With broken wires
That my fire
Is cold
What would you do
If i told you
The sink
Is filling
That the room
Is spinning
What if i said
I want to be dead
That in done
With my head
What if i said
How willing
I am
To take my life
With the blade
In my hand
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A-Z Poetry
PoetryI sometimes make little random poems that are just marked by a letter, others are parts of sets, but they all eventualy end up here, and as time goes by, the alphabet will be complete
