What can I say
What can I do
Is there anything that could
Change what I'm turning into
Who would I be
If I could think
Anything at all
Would I be me
Or somebody new
What is this place
What was my name
What's going on
Where have I been
Am I really me
How have I changed
Have I gotten much better
Or am I the same
As I thought before
I forget my mind
My self-destructive tendency
Is louder than it was
And now I don't know
Who I use to be
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Poems of Death
Poetry***TRIGGER WARNING*** Feel close to death? Maybe you're not quite as close as you think. These are poems I wrote for me and people I love; some were gifts and others are just my thoughts. These are my own words and images. Although this is for mysel...
