I cough
And choke
But the words
Won't come out.
I reach up
To my throat
And tear at it
Digging my fingers in
But the words
Won't come out.
I cough
And choke
On nothing
And everything
At the same time
But the words
Won't come out.
I feel my fingers
Breaks the skin
And the warm
Red liquid
Trickle down
Staining my clothes
And my body
But the words
Won't come out.
"Well?" They say
Raising an eyebrow
Staring at me
Expecting an answer
But the words
Won't come out.
I tear at my throat
Tearing everything out
As blood splatters
On the floor
But the words
Won't come out.
I swallow
As a bitter taste
Fills my mouth.
And I flash
A bloodied smile
And a "nothing,"
But the words
Will never come out.
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Poems
PoetryI'm not the best at writing poems, but here's a compilation of the ones I write in my notebook. They're kind of confusing at first, but you'll figure it out. Yes some of them are emo, but some are happy too. Updates every Friday
