Regret pooling in my lungs
Drowning me and making me numb
Fear clutching my throat
Holding me back, making me choke
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Silent Screams
PoetryPoems I wrote myself. All of them are original. (Can be triggering.)
Poem 9
Regret pooling in my lungs
Drowning me and making me numb
Fear clutching my throat
Holding me back, making me choke
