Gunshots heavy at the bullet prove glass,
The bombs they threw in attempts to get in,
Still in my head, ringing in pain,
And my temples, they burn,
My head, can't see through the internal fog,
The forest of my thoughts gagging with fire,
Burning up.
I can't see enough to get up straight,
Let alone walk,
My vision turned up on its side.
My heart vibrates through every part of me,
And fades my vision black,
And the tears begin to fall,
Don't you understand,
This is the only thing I've ever wanted to admit,
And not once did I convince my demons,
To put the weapons down.
Stumbling onto the ground,
My vision fades,
As I plead them,
To except who I am,
I cough only to have blood come out,
Don't you know every so often,
I kill off everything and surrender to their doubt,
And my demons they still haunt me.
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The Damning Of My Poet Soul
PoetryAnd all it took was one neat paragraph in pen. Enjoy some small teen me starting from like 2016 to like idk late 2018 I think early2019 I'm doing some rereading and retitling cuz numbers idk Thank you readers for over 4k reads. like is it good tho...
