My breathing is shallow,
The air is too thin.
The demons are screaming,
I think they might win.
My vision is blurry,
My heart rate is slow.
No therapy can save me,
I think I'm letting go.
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Sad Poems
PoetryHere are some sad poems that I made and/or stole from the internet. Hope you like it. Don't judge me!!!
I Think...
My breathing is shallow,
The air is too thin.
The demons are screaming,
I think they might win.
My vision is blurry,
My heart rate is slow.
No therapy can save me,
I think I'm letting go.
