It feels like I'm dying,
But i'm paying a price worse than death
It feels like a fire in my lungs
And acid in my brain.
When I sit back and look at it.
I start to question,
How I got here in the first place.
I was dying to fit in.
But now I'm dying,
Just to spite living.
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Shit poems, by a shit person
Poetry~~~~~ Some of these poems are old, some are new. Trigger warning for some of them. ~~~~ Poems labeled with "x, xx, "etc. is just because I have no idea what to name them. Deal with it. ~~~~~ I use this to cope/ express how I'm feeling and stuff
