Going For The Kill
Sick
I feel SICK...
Come to save me from...
My self...
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Sick
I feel SICK...
Come to save me from...
My self...
in Fear Poems
She walks alone in the dark.
As she looks back there are sparks.
She can hear the whispers,
The steps, the jumps.
Deep breaths and pain inside,
Hard to tell the truth when there are so many lies!
Whispers of secrets in my ear,
That made me cry. Thanks for sharing. I've been there so many times in my life. This really helped me. Thank you so much.