I'm sick.
So utterly sick.
Not physically,
Only mentally.
Im sick of my brain,
My brain playing these constant games.
Stressing me out,
Leaving me puking my guts out.
I don't like it,
I don't need it.
I only wish I could beat it.
I try and try.
But I'm running dry.
I'm tired of sitting here,
Crying and crying.
I'm growing tired.
Fueled by fire.
I'm just waiting.
Waiting to expire.
-My True Feeling's.
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Dark And Light- A Poem Full Of Feelings.
PuisiThese are poems that I created in a series of different blackout poetry and poems I've created myself. - •I write my poems based on what I am thinking, as it's a way to help me cope. - • Blackout poems are created by blocking out certain words in...