Knowing your heart is growing darker.
My breaths are so shallow now.
Dragging my pencil across this parchment, hoping it would make me bleed.
Cutting open my scabbed wounds, so desperate to relive the joy.
You can steal my heart back now...
You don't need to drown me in my mistakes.
I am going insane, shaking all night.
I take deep breathes of gas, begging to end the memories.
Memories that spin me around.
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Take Me Home (Original Poems)
PoetryThese are the words that fill my head. Original poems.
