Poetry / Me [what's left anyway]
Help me, please.
Help this poor person,
who is no longer human.
I cry, “soul, SOUL!”
I can’t breathe, I can’t think, I can’t stand it no more.
I can’t be that way, that perfect, that person
What have I done?
What haven’t I done?
What haven’t I said?
What could I have said?
My heart is stopping,
is beating but not
How do I fix this? How do I become whole?
Who the hell am I?
Do I want to know?
Would the information shock me?
Would I die?
Would I mind?
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i thought this was a realy good poem.
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