Time stops
And stands still
Each day
Seems like a year
I'm lost
And can't be found
In this darkness
I lay dying
Cold
Empty
And alone
It holds me down
And won't let go
There is no escaping
it consumes me
until there's nothing left
I may look fine
But on the inside I'm full of death
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Over the Edge •Complete•
PoetryTrigger warning (Collection of old poems) An I Jumped Then Changed my Mind series. A continuation of emotions spilled on the pages of a book.
