I'll never know why,
its torturing me.
My day is weak,
its torturing me.
I'm sad today,
its torturing me.
I'll never know why,
its torturing me.
My death isn't here,
its torturing me.
I am alive,
its torturing me.
Please let me die,
its torturing me.
My hand is numb,
its torturing me.
I have a headache,
its torturing me.
The knee is bruised,
its torturing me.
I'll never know why,
its torturing me.
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Welcome to My Mind: A Book of Poems.
PoetryWelcome to my mind. These are poems kept from over the years and have continued to be written. I tend to keep things bottled inside so it's a type of therapy for myself. I'd like to share a bit of what goes on inside my mind with you.
