deadly, dangerous, oddly beautiful,
and I stayed so I could destroy my youth.
make me go numb, make me feel wonderful,
but don't let me die from the bitter truth.
strong, sharp, burning, searing, all I'm needing-
my ears are bleeding from all of the lies.
and I am so weak so I am pleading-
you can't leave me here- please don't let me die
if I could spend time outside my body,
maybe then I could turn my life around.
if I stayed still nobody would want me,
but I'm still burrowing deep underground.
paramedics are my unwanted friends,
but in dying need texts to them I'd send.
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The Road to Paradise
PoetryThis book has a bunch of poems that have bits and pieces of my life in them. I write whatever comes to mind, and it usually makes sense. But everything has a hidden meaning. Of course, some of it is random, but it all comes together (plus I like to...
