A collection of poems consisting of feelings about depression, anxiety, trauma, and many other things relating to expression of feelings and past self, all tied into a metaphor.
I write these things for myself, i write what i feel, and i write my o...
twisted the spiral of death will pull us all in. some sooner than others. i'm just a kid i'm just a kid this can't be happening where am i remorseful words echo in my head tip tap the murder is over but i still find myself sobbing. this can't be happening. my chest hurts. i lift up my shirt to see bubbles it stings it burns stained with red i watch them form and i hear them pop. death is even more painful than dying. i drop to my knees and i fall i fall to the ground my heart in my hands and the bubbles, popping and bubbling rising and dying. it's time to accept this is where i'm going.
POP.
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