I touch my head
It’s still there.
The reminder that I could of died.
Why am I still here?
I’ve cheated death so many times.
It’s not even funny
I look down and remember everything.
The touch, the sensation, and my cries.
I don’t remember it quiet so well.
But I know how and what had happened.
I looked down the street and remember,
that racing car.
I took me a while to remember,
how fragile I am.
I might be tough and strong
But inside…
I’m ready to die
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
Compilation of Poems of All Sorts
ŞiirThis a compilation of all my poems. There are love, tragic, aspiring, inspiring, and disturbing poems. They all relate to an aspect of my life and have been inspired b a lot of different things Enjoy them at your own risk
