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Keyon Street Poem
I despise how you make me feel. Every breath I draw I crave it to be my last.
The way I daydream about my death you'll think I was the grim reaper here to drag you back.
The scars on my skin marks how many times I've been near to being expired.
I no longer bury in fear, I now dance with my demons til my mind gets exhausted.
I feel awful for leaving you, but staying here isnt an option. Til we met once more this time it won't be in a coffin.
Copyright © Keyon street | Year Posted 2023
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Keyon Street Poem
This reputation of unwanted feelings appearing up at the wrong moments has become predictable.
My mind, body and soul have become depleted and there’s nowhere left to go.
I’ve been trying to rebuild who I am but when I look in the mirror the past is always latching on.
I weep at night waiting for the will to live to be strong enough to break this grip.
My demons cackle knowing that I'm not powerful enough to let them go
Copyright © Keyon street | Year Posted 2023
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Keyon Street Poem
I'm unable to resist you but I'm aware that deep down in me I have the power to reject you. Right now you have a tight grip on me and I'm not fighting that hard to leave. Maybe I'll linger around for awhile til you loosen your hold on me.
Copyright © Keyon street | Year Posted 2023
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