Laying in bed
2am thoughts
Stomach of dread
Wishing for
Bullets to be sent
Through my head
Millions of tears fill my lungs
Unspoken words
Rot my teeth
My smile deflating.
Guilt harbors itself inside
And creates tidal waves of
Anxiety that
Cannot be treated with the mountains
Of pills bestowed before me.
Washed down with
Suicidal tendencies
And the last words you said to me.
"Goodbye"
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Loud Pøetry Spilled From The Quiet Soul
PoetryAll of these are mine. Not the Internet. Trigger warning. (Self mutilation, depression, anorexia, etc....) And my apologies if they aren't even slow to Bukowski or Anything....I just wanted to try
