sometimes i feel wrapped in my guilt.
wrapped like a blanket, using me as its body
slowly making its way inside of me.
i feel it ripping me apart.
starting at my heart, making its around me.
my brain feels corrupt with sorrow.
rotting my heart away
turning it cold, and cutting it up
i feel it screaming, it pangs.
forgiveness isn't a choice
a choice decided by you.
i feel hallow.
its
a pang in my chest
a whisper by my ear
put your hand over my mouth
ill stay quiet for you. if its what you need.
(THIS ISNT AIMED, Its called FEELINGS.. not aimed towards anyone)
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poems by kami
Poetryi write poems, for myself or for people, i do it for myself uh yea quick warning, some of these can have depressive topics some can have topics of self harm.. the safe ones will have a "🫀" and the unsafe ones will have "⏳" and 🔥 means its slightl...
