Lost upon my fellow dreams
I stand upon my broken knees
I dream of dreams that can't be reached
I want it all before I wake
Dazzling dreams of horrific images
Nightly ghouls in brighten dresses
Lively colors lost in the dark
Shadows dying in the gleam of the stars
Fingers and toes scattered across the extravagant fields
Roses poured upon the bodies that lay past the hills
I'm lost behind these broken walls
All I do now is listen to that voice that calls
Die…die…die…
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A Collection of Poetry By An Angsty Young Adult
PoezjaThis 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...
