Raindrops on roses
And bloodstains on linen
Razors and long sleeves
That keep my scars hidden
Jumping off buildings
Like birds without wings
These are a few of my favourite things
Pale white complexions
And graveyards with ditches
Dark rooms with locked doors
And bodies with stitches
Feeling the pain
and the high that it brings
These are a few of my favourite things
Friends in black dresses
With bouquets of flowers
The band aids, the gauze,
and the burning from showers
The thought of not living
To see the next spring
These are a few of my favourite things
In the long nights
When their words sting
And I'm feeling sad
I simply do one of my favourite things
And then I don't feel so bad
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Basically Poetry
PoetryWhy base your HAPPINESS On something that is potentially TEMPORARY That is like agreeing to DROWN When you know how to SWIM
