Numb
Don't know how to feel
Just listens to labored breaths
Like a deflating balloon
Don't know if I wanna cry or die
God, I know you put me through this for something
But I let Satan in my head
We all fight so much
Too much
Don't know if I have the strength
I don't want it
I just want to be done.
I'm tired
Drained.
Exhausted.
Annoyed.
Overworker.
Done.
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Random Poetry Collection
PoetryThis is a collection of bad poetry I've managed to compose through the slurs of ink we've come to know as letters we form into what we know as language. The '*'s indicate that this poem is a little on the sad/darker side.