Why isn't there a bullet in my head?
Why am I still breathing?
Why isn't there a knife in my chest?
Why is my heart still beating?
Why is there blood flowing through my body?
Why is there oxygen filling my lungs?
The questions echo through my brain like a mantra.
The questions repeat and repeat till they are all that I hear.
Why? Why? Why?
Why am I alive?
Why am I living?
Why can't I die?
Why? Why. Why!
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night time poetry
Poetry*Poetry and quotes I come up with when I'm supposed to be asleep* Most are quite short so the last chapter will be all of them combined They will get better and most will be triggering I will update occasionally but I'm marking as complete Please v...
