An Argument

My brain fights my heart

I beg for it to stop.

As it clogs my veins,

I begin to rot.

 

I embrace the bait

and I just want to shout

“Fuck you fate!”

 

My eyes hush the tears,

and I plead for it to end –

as I count my fears

I ache from every limb

 

I expect to fall

so I can try to escape

while I hope to just crawl.

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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