My chest is tied
Rope burns share the colour of
My eyes are shaded
Like dry blood
I cant stop thinking
About the strain on my heart
Watching everyone depart
I wish life was still art
But I'm dying here
This movement
Is making me ache
And theres nothing
I could say everything
But it would not be enough
Cos no-one talks to me
Not anymore
Not at any time of the day
I dont even have you
I have no-one else
Not beside myself
Not beside myself
It kills me to say this
But why can't I have
Something more than I have
People beside myself
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Litany by Nailinthewall
PoesiaA book of short poems, prose and passages written during a period of my life. I could get famous one day, be one of the first people who can say I knew them before they were popular! You know you want to....
