Life.
It sucks already.
but life without you
would be unbearable.
It would be like someone
had reached into my chest
and ripped out my heart.
Like someone,
had shredded my soul,
into innumerable pieces.
I could pull myself together,
but only temporarily.
Slowly,
yet surely,
I would fall.
Into a deep pit.
Where the sharp claws of depression
would claw at my soul.
The pain would cause grief, sorrow, and,
I would kill myself,
With the shattered pieces of my heart.
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Ravings of a Dark Mind
PoetryMy poems are dark and macabre. Most are about suicide and death. I might add a few cute and fluffy poems but I usually write when I'm depressed. I hope you'll read!
