Gift me death

 My sickness is suffocating

The world is silenced with my quiet

Shifting and spreading

Spreading and shifting.

My very existence is hanging on fate

Why is it fate's choice whether I deserve this hell hole?

Shifting and spreading

Spreading and shifting.

My voice, my words are hidden with everyone spewing nonsense

Saying something, meaning nothing

Shifting and spreading

Spreading and shifting.

Life is not a gift as we first thought

Death is the sweetest release anyone could give me

Shifting and spreading

Spreading and shifting.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
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Comments

SanitySomething

This is my first poem on this site :)
It is also my first attempt at repeating phrases. I hope you like it as much as I do

Krysz1712

I felt every single word ! 

SanitySomething

Thanks so much!

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