Stop it,
Stop it.
I'm going insane.
Stop it before you melt away my brain.
Stop gathering my silent tears.
I weep due to all my fears.
The toxicity is eating away;
At me and I'm the one to blame.
Hell is where I've been for long.
I wanted to escape the frost.
Stupid sunlight burning me.
A daily dose of depression and misery.
Ah..
A quick breeze.
A worrier with armor that only peeled,
The skin from the bone.
A worrier of a mindful thoughts and stones.
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PoetryPoetry has always completely held me together. It's kind like how you breathe oxygen. It's something I have to do. Poetry is something like oxygen to me. Without it I wouldn't survive. ~ remember love is a crime and I'll do the time for loving what'...
