Cold pains
Empty veins
Blood from my head is drained
Oxygen has left the brain
So many unanswered questions
A quench for knowledge
An unkempt drive to thrive
So this is what it's like die
Then why am I still alive
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Hidden Pride
PoetryYears of depression bottled up and pour out. TW//: d*pression, su*cidal thoughts, self loathing, etc All poems are the authors original creation. Do not steal!
So this is what its like to die?
Cold pains
Empty veins
Blood from my head is drained
Oxygen has left the brain
So many unanswered questions
A quench for knowledge
An unkempt drive to thrive
So this is what it's like die
Then why am I still alive