***Warning this one is definitely triggering to some so please be cautious before reading***
The form of death
Is to my left
What do I do?
If I choose
I could lose
But to me,
I wouldn't lose.
I'd win because I'm free
Free of the voices
Free of the suffering and pain
So I will choose
And my choice
Is to grab the form of death,
And make a mess
But the mess doesn't matter
What matters now,
Is I'm finally free.
Originally written sometime in 2015
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PoetryAll the poems in here are mine unless i find a cool one I like, I will credit the writer of the peom. Poems in here can be triggering. ***These poems are old and do not relate to how I feel anymore. Yes, there are some days I feel down but that's n...
