You touch me,
you turn me into something untouchable.
You make me breathless,
push people away from me,
you throw me in a room all by myself,
you hurt my chest,
and stab me in the back.
You are toxic,
an acid that is burning every inch of my body.
Please, I beg you to be kind,
I beg you to leave me alone and let me live my life...
But no,
you want me to suffer,
you want me to hold my own throat,
and choke myself so that I wouldn't hurt anyone anymore.
Perhaps you didn't want this to happen,
but sadly, it did.
Now, all I'm asking you to do is let me die peacefully,
because I'm done living inside a world that's quarantined.
A/N: Please guys, be safe. Wash your hands as many times as you can and don't go out! I hope you all are healthy.
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Forsaking My End
PoetryWords that are splashed with colors, sadness, tranquility, unreality, and expectations. Don't you sometimes feel lonely? As if no one understands you. As if you're drowning but there's no one to save you? If yes, then grab this collection of poems...
