Finding a way to torture myself
Sitting in the dark that suffocated me
Takes ahold of my lungs and doesn't let
Go
Sitting in that chair that creaks in the late night
The blade in my hand but I don't make myself bleed
But cry
Just torturing myself with the thought,
That if I die
I leave everyone behind, and that means you.
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Poetry"I'm dead inside." "Great same." ________________________________ 130th in Poem [180909] Completed as of [040119]
