when i suffer...
my chest is aching
my body is shaking
my head is spiraling
i can't focus
when i suffer...
my stomach is churning
my hunger is fading
my mind is racing
i can't sleep
when i suffer...
my fingers are weak
my legs are heavy
my eyes don't see
i can't stand
when i suffer...
my attention is gone
my silence is long
my actions aren't wrong
i can't live
when i suffer...
my weapons are ready
my hands unsteady
my escape is deadly
i can't refrain
...
my sheets are old
my house is cold
my death is foretold
i'm gone
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Marisa Day
I'm young, in love with the idea of love, and I'm trying my hand at getting better with poetry after years of doing it mediocrely.
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