The light hurt my eyes,
To my surprise,
I see the color white,
And a faint glance of my pathetic life.
They poke my arm with a sharp pinch,
I tried to ask what was this.
My body was too numb,
All I did was make an annoying sound.
A burning feeling filled my veins,
And everything began to become a haze.
Beginning from one end to the next,
The cooling sensation coursed through my flesh.
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suicidal thoughts poems
PoetryThis is not a story but a book of poems, my wonderful friends gave me the idea so thank u guys hope you enjoy reading these poems as much as I enjoyed writing them for you.
