Plain, white room
Behind closed doors
Awaits a new fate
Screaming, crashing
Breaking veins
Torn away
From the once upon a time
Begging for a brand new life
We scream and wish
For something new
Dropping hints
Dropping dead
Just like flies
We never make it past 25.
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ØVERTHINKING
PoetryØverthinking leads tø fear. Fear leads tø anxiety. Døn't knøw what's inside øf me. F A L L I N G Everyøne has their demøns. Søme møre than øthers. These are mine