hey this is the first time i'm posting my poem and trust me. it took a lot of courage to do so. feel free to comment. thanks =)
Rip out my throat
Then maybe you'll know
What it means to be me
Rip out my throat
And I'll whisper the words in your ear
Trapped in this place called home
Desire to howl
At the injust of life
Desire to leave
To forsake this sorry exsistence
I am your heart
I am your thoughts
I am you
Watch me burn and shriek
The high keening of a thousand broken hearts |
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