Death to me is all you see
But what you don't is what I'll be
When I was alive, I was depressed
And now I'm dead, I feel refreshed
I sliced my thigh until I bled
Tears of joy is what I give
I put the rope around my throat
Then I jump and there I go
Death to me is all you see
But now my spirit is finally free
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Poetry
Thơ caMy dark poetry. •[Not really mine, just some poems I really liked from the Internet]•
