It digs and tugs,
My breath taken from my lungs.
I choke and scream,
Looking for my dreams.
Poison is not something for play,
Maybe I should stay away.
For me it’s too late,
I’m a dry slate.
This poison shoots through my veins,
There is nothing of me that remains.
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My Poetry
PoetryMost of this is sad, any TW will be at the start of them I'm a 16 y/o just wanting to share some of my poetry with people other than my friends :] (Also feel free to comment any tips and how I could improve on my writing!)
