Strip my mind from this bloody place.
Is this hell?
Am I misplaced?
Can you see right through my face?
Am I a ghost?
I'm gone without a trace.
Why,
Oh why,
Am I in this god awful place.
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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'...
Hells bells
Strip my mind from this bloody place.
Is this hell?
Am I misplaced?
Can you see right through my face?
Am I a ghost?
I'm gone without a trace.
Why,
Oh why,
Am I in this god awful place.
