When it was too much,
I craved for death
Yet my wrists bleed ever so slowly
My stomach rejects the poison
My lungs still grasps for air
I realized as I near the end
That I felt this pain before
I must've started dying
from your first mistake
Yet I'm still holding onDear me,
I'm sorry.January 6, 2017
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Poems out of Boredom
PoetryCOLLECTION OF MY OWN POEMS... IT'S THE PRODUCT OF A BORED BRAIN LACKING INSPIRATION. BEAR WITH IT. HAHA.