i don't really remember
myself anymore
i am just sad
the blood is on the floor
alone in my room
with closed doors
thinking bout my future
worried bout my dreams
and the illusions in my head
cause will to live
inside me is dead
touching my scars
my skin has been shred
i am worried
really worried that if
i will survive this trial
or will end up killing myself
YOU ARE READING
Verses Of Life And Death
PoetryAnd now all I smell is coffee, cigarettes and you, All I think about is you, and I don't like talking about how I feel So I decided to write. Email: Shaxad.here@gmail.com
