With a needle in my eye
I no longer sigh
As I look in the mirror
And want to die
A knife in my hand
No longer can I stand
Cuts on my wrist
Oh tsk, tsk
Broken in two
Waiting for you
Buried deep in the ground
Without a single sound
Dark and alone
Feeling like stone
Wasting away
Til this very day
With a needle in my eye
And cuts on my wrist
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A Collection of Poetry By An Angsty Young Adult
PoezjaThis is just a bunch of poems I wrote between the age of 17 and 20. Some do mention death, depression and murder. Please note that I do believe there are better options than cutting or suicide nor do I condone murder. My poems speak about topics met...
