TW: not being able to breath
I come up for air.
There's none left for me.
I gave all I have to others.
I need them safe.
More than me.
I come up for air.
It's all been taken.
I am drained.
I need air.
But I have given it all away.
I feel others pain and give them my air.
I leave none for me.
So I come up for air
But there's none for me.
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My poetry, I suppose
PoetryThis is a compilation of my poetry on my mental health, thoughts, just me having fun writing, friendships, and eventually more. Some of these poems could be triggering and will have TW's on them so if you read this please lookout for those! I have b...