Loaded guns, lit matches.
Do whatever you want to me now,
For I am no longer myself.
I am a shadow of what I once was,
Already engulfed in the darkness of my thoughts and sins,
Just a trick of the light.
My physical being was lost long ago.
When I lost my mind, I lost my body.
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My Mind On Paper
PoetryA collection of poems written by me. These are for the heartbroken, the hopeless romantics, the lonely, and the people struggling with their mental health. Also, I try to add a nice picture to every chapter to take away from some deep-ness(?) of som...
