I find an oddly comfort in breaking down
Feeling my blood pump through my veins
The feeling of breathing after you drown
Makes you forget all the miserable pains
The way my body trembles makes me feel alive
My tears prove my heart is not fully frozen
My anger is hidden lust to survive
To fulfill the purpose in life, I have chosen
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my darkest hours | poems
PoetrySelf-written poetry that gives an insight on what goes through someone's head when they are at their lowest. ''I sit still in the prime of my darkest hours While my presence seems calm and serene The happiness of my personality overpowers And leav...
