Lost my strength,
Slept with no bath,
It's the twentieth,
Forbearing sunbath,
Since bath,
I hate the breath.
Full of wrath,
I still smile forth,
Made to fight for health,
Don't understand the math,
All is north,
Nothing is worth,
Felt the depth,
Of the rebirth,
When grinding my teeth,
And angered knowing the truth,
Jaws aching in my mouth,
But now I clearly see the path.
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SUICIDAL THOUGHTS
Poetry(ironically and delusional) it's about a beast(she) caged in a cage. tied to the walls, tortured by its own demons to pay all the inequties it has ever committed. To much pressure, to much fire, they let it burn watching. While breaking up in their...
