I'm suffocating.
The world around me blurs in and out.
I'm choking.
The suffering around me drowns out sound.
I'm sinking.
The weight of sin ties me down.
I'm drowning.
My tears flood my bathroom floor.
I'm suffering.
Black, blue, purple and red.
I'm dying.
I'll never say the words I want to be said.
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Compathy: A Collection Of Poetry
Poetry"Through grief and sorrow, through joy and through love, shouldn't these emotions be shared?" A collection of poems that come from the heart, and worded in the most poetic forms to say and spread what is not spoken, whether it be melancholic or joyo...
