Thoughts are silent but deadly.
They fill up my mind making me suffer.
Sometimes making my brain buffer.
Sometimes I want to write the words, scaring my arms.
Only to let me bleed dry.
Why do they make me mad?
When all I want to feel is sad.
Thoughts please go away.
Just make me live another.
-Tea
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My Poems
PoesiaA collection of poems that I write in my free time. I like to express my thoughts through words. //TW They are kinda dark but that's cause they are based off my feelings.
