Urges fill me.
Urges will kill me.
Urges that take over.
Urges that I only feel when I'm sober.
Hit,
Bleed,
Need for speed.
Pressing hard on the gas.
Trying to go fast.
I'm not just sad,
Yet Annoyed.
There's this void.
Pondering thoughts.
Punch,
Hit,
And kick.
My thoughts become sick.
Cut,
Bleed,
Kill.
My voice's will.
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Poems Of all Kinds
PoetryIn this book, it's poems. Some happy, Sad, Depressing, Inspirational, Encouraging. Everything.