You sit in front of me
I feel my skin begin to rise
I hear the noise within my head
It makes me want to die
I can't get away from you
You chase me down every hall
I am sick of fighting all the time
I'm sick of it all
Pain is in chest
In a net, I'm caught
No one will let me out of sight
All I do is fall
I want to cry
I want to die
I see no reason to try
Maybe I'll just let go
And forget about it all
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Empty ~ Poetry
PoetryA collection of thoughts, poetry, depression, and anxieties TW - Contains self harm and suicide
