Walking in a tunnel blindly, I see no light most likely I'm gonna die tonight. The height of these pitch black walls scare me. The fear inside of me is going to kill me, but I still feel that I can keep going. Why do I do this to myself? Thinking it will help me but I know it, won't help me at all. It's starting to get damp in here. My face starts to well up in tears. I'll fall to the ground and break myself down, along with my memories and emotions. I won't move anymore, I'm lying on the floor, crying, and slowly dying on the inside.
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Book of poems
PoetryI write these poems myself, when I'm bored. To be honest they are just how I'm feeling in the moment so... Yeah. This is also my first time doing this to, so I don't know if they are really that bad.
