suffocation, isolation,
I cannot breathe.
Nor can I see.
What is the point?
Nothing.
Everything, nothing,
Emotions,
and lack there off.
How am I doing?
destruction, hunger
I cannot fix,
I must consume
To feel.
~February 28 2017
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Piece of My Heart
PoetryA collection of poems and writings that I have made at 2 am or 2 pm. there is no difference. It deals with things like depression and suicidal thoughts.
