05|24|18

 

 

Even if it's poison

I drink my medicine

With that said,

My insides turn and burn

Pieces of me shatter and

Yet I let the pain settle

All the torture and hell

I want to force it out

Spit even with blood

Vomit without yielding

I cry with acid

But I'm too incapable so

I give up

I give it all up

Closing my eyes

To let it rest

As I sleep in silence

 

 

 

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because I want to try poems too with that reading backwards thing. often my mood or feelings here for these numbered blogs.

 

 

🔄 -> sign for reading backwards