Smoke fills my lungs like water,
I feel like I'm drowning in life.Like I'm losing.
I tried not to lose myself,
but I'm too weak to be strong enough to do that.
I just drink and drown and lose,
and I die,
but I act like a toddler who thinks she can do everything
and that she knows everything,
but then she can't tie her own shoelaves.
She's weak.I'm her.
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poet's not dead
Poetrypoetry written by an anarchist, teenage, lonely girl obsessed with music, books and history. i try to add life into words, mix body, mind and soul into a one thing. because that's what we are. humans. ENGLISH'S NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE, SORRY!!