You tell me that I'll be fine while my body is burning and I'm dying inside,
You pick up my pieces and show them to me, just so that you could feed them to the wolves that prowl around my feet,
I watch in horror as I'm torn piece from piece,
Limb from limb,
Out seeps my anxiety,
From inside of me,
And with it goes my last bit of energy,
You told me that I'd be alright but I was dying,
I should never have kept trying.
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Acidic Waters
PoetryAll this is is a collection of poetry and prose I have written throughtout my life as your everyday human being. Some are completed and edited, whilst others will remain raw permentally. Feel free to leave any feedback you have and I hope you enjoy...
