Make sure my feet aren't exposed
Make sure my neck can't take a blow
Make sure the doors are locked
Closing them all so I don't get shocked
Turn on my phone so I have a light
Towards something I don't wanna fight
Is it gonna take a bite
Or watch me tremble over time
Taking in too much, continue tomorrow
No hallow so I feel hollow
There's only so much sorrow I can borrow
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Thin Skin Poetry Renditions By Domingo Perez
PoesíaSharing the struggle I have with myself, seeing things in the dark, some of the poems are towards those entities. Endless thoughts, like white noise that I can't turn off.
