A world
Painted in tears.
The ones we don't cry
Are the ones we fear.
Lost in a paradise
Far from what it's called.
Tragically waiting for life
And a place to call home.
Painted tears
Show no love
For those we want
And wish to hold.
Painted tears.
Colors not bold.
There's an emptiness
That lies beyond the cold.
A world
I wish that was ours.
A lost paradise
Waiting beyond the stars.
Blood red
Fills the sink
Fills the water
But doesn't fill my veins.
Painted tears
Run down my cheeks.
Painted tears.
I wish to no longer weep.
Where are you,
My lost paradise?
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A Collection of Poetry By An Angsty Young Adult
Thơ caThis 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...
