When I think of it,
All I feel is the cold creeping in,
The breath and heart finally stop
When I think of it,
All I see is the light,
The light of the eyes fading away
When I think of it,
All I smell is the sweat,
The blood creeping down the arm
When I think of it,
All I taste is the salt,
The dryness being quenched
When I think of it,
All I hear is the whimpering,
The silent sob into a bloody wail
When I think of it,
All I am, suffering though everyday
The painful and heart wrenching
Anxiety
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Inner Workings of My Mind
PoetryA bunch of different poems and thought processes I've had and finally have the guts to share. I hope you guys like them. *NOT MY PICTURE.* credit goes to who ever made the awesome picture that I'm using for the cover. I personally found it on Pinter...
