Drowning here
Without a drop of water
The world around me
Keeps getting hotter
Pains in my chest
Self impaled
From daggers I made
From people I failed
Cuts on my body
But not a drop of blood
My mental pains
Are a ceaseless flood
I want an escape
But don't know how
So instead I'll quit
Give up and drown
A gun to my head
Or a bottle full of pills
It doesn't really matter
As long as it kills
Matty Boi
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Twisted Life
PoetryA creative reference or summary of things i have experienced or i have strong opinions on. I wont state names for the sake of the privacy of people in my life.
