as the leaves are in winter
my body falls as i leave my branch.
my branch, my bed, my only source of warmth.
burns that cover my body like venom,
that come from the heat source intended to soothe pain,
paints my body with such an array.
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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...
