It's not healthy to feel this way,
I'm dying can't you see,
The things you do,
The things you say,
Are slowly killing me.
My corrupted lungs are heaving,
This foggy poisoned air,
But as the skyline clears,
I wonder if you're even there.
You've taken on this vacant look,
Started doing reckless things,
Sat there staring at that lonely noose,
Watching as it swings.
It's not healthy to feel this way,
I'm dying can't you see,
The things you do,
The things you say,
Are slowly killing me.
Adrenaline flowing through my body,
As I take a shaky breath,
You've gotten bad lately,
You've started talking about death.
Actions speak louder than words,
But I will tell you all the same,
I love you to the moon and back,
Life is just a terrible game.
I stare at you,
You stare back at me,
I wonder if this reflection,
Is really what people see....
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Poems and Things
PoésieThis is my attempt at writting half-decent poetry. Maybe you want to take a read, but I'll warn you ahead of time that they aren't the happiest of poems. Thanks for reading and if you like any of the things in this collection please let me know (...
