First “poem”
Words cost too much can’t pay the price
Wrist dangling now can feel the flight
Confused with fear but wants to die
I wont feel pics dont feel the plight
Wax filled the ears, the lungs and I
Can’t feel my face I’m numb inside
Tattooed that name it’s on my mind
One day they’re gone can’t feel the thigh
Half of me’s gone I’ve lost the fight
Blood down my hand hallow inside
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