Best Deathmissing Poems


Empty

I've never felt this before,
Now I've no idea what's in store.
This missing part of me,
It wants me to scream.
Pressure builds,
everything seems to still.
I cant take it anymore!
I bend, break, empty. 
Night begins,
I feel suffocated.
Last night I finally screamed.
I bend, break, emptied.
I slice the delicate flesh,
that had taunted me.
The missing part of me,
I geuss will always be.

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