Whispers broken
By the sound of hate.
Ash black are the words
That fall to our feet.
A fire creeps
Into our black souls.
Water seeps from
The eyes of the unknown.
Laughter springs
From the sight of death.
Blood floods the land
Where life still stands.
Love brings all
Sights of lost and disappear.
Hope bring not
More than just tears.
This world is not
Worth anything loving.
This place is nothing more
Than dead man's land.
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A Collection of Poetry By An Angsty Young Adult
PoesiaThis 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...
