Needles

Sun, 05/19/2019 - 04:19 -- carbar

The needles in my arm.

The needles in my vain.

They make me more alarmed.

They make me go insane.

They stab into my flesh.

They make me feel in pain.

I’m turning into mesh.

I think that I will faint.

Im raising my complaint.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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