I cry. The tears fall like a violent rainstorm. Drowning me in a salty ocean. while inhaling the sweet scent of death by tears, my brain takes time to highlight the things of the past. All my fears, my dreadful fears, slide past before my eyes. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. The water fills my lungs. Sweet joy as I can no longer breath. Just then I am pulled out from my glorious pain. I thrash about until I at last have run out of breath. Happily I once again close my eyes. My heart slows, breathing weakening, my body goes cold and numb. Haha, at last my time has come. Down I go, with the last of my fears.
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THE DEATH OF ME
PoetryPoetry about my dark, twisted past. Warning: This collection of poems contain topics such as: self harm, suicide, and self hate. Do not read if you are easily triggered by such things. If you are triggered easily, please try one of my other stories...
