My mind starts to cry out for help
My mouth starts to says I'm fine
My head is starting to pound
My nights are starting to become longer
My heart is starting to give up
My soul is starting to leave
My life is starting to get shorter
My knife is starting to be my friend
My arms are starting to run out of space
And I look at myself
And I start to wonder
What have I become?
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The Dark Road Called Life: PoemsPoetry
These poems are how I feel in the moment. I know the first few absolutely suck, but the bottom ones would have to be the best in my opinion. I am open to criticisim and I hope you enjoyed your reading. Thank you! Bye!