Infection,
takes hold,
poisoning,
coughing,
death awaits.
Toxin,
grips my throat,
tears brim my eyes,
suffocating me.
Darkness awaits.
Noxious,
burns my lungs,
killer,
bastard,
When will it stop?
Will I survive?
Virus,
I can't breathe,
I can't see,
how can I keep living?
Touch is enhanced,
in all the places I don't want it to be.
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Sertraline
PoetryHUGE TRIGGER WARNING FOR THIS ONE - Themes include: Drug Use and Overdose, Suicide and Depression, Self-harm and Abuse. [PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION]
