As my options are clear
;to take flight or to fear
I question myself,
"Why am I still here?"
Shedding my final tear
the voices inside me lure
I couldn't shut what i hear
And so i let it swallow me whole
down that deep black hole,
I'll go
Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 1:13 AM UTC
As my options are clear
;to take flight or to fear
I question myself,
"Why am I still here?"
Shedding my final tear
the voices inside me lure
I couldn't shut what i hear
And so i let it swallow me whole
down that deep black hole,
I'll go
my first written poem
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