the watery bubble pops
as my eyes become it's vessel.
my cheeks, it's slide.
memories as quick as clicks,
flood my conscious mind.
and in the blink of an eye,
my body is bracing itself.
as the burns from my past and present collide,
i lay on the ground and cry,
contemplating my goodbye.
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My Poems Of Unrest
Poetryif u came across this, hey! these are just some poems I made describing things that i couldn't really describe or say physically, out loud. *WARNING* there is triggering content in these poems (self-harm, depression, anxiety, identity crisis, etc) t...
