I decided,
That you're pretty,
That you're beautiful,
And that I should be too.
I decided,
That the children have enough to eat,
That the world should live in peace,
And that I should be too.
I decided,
That I am smart,
That I'm great,
And that you can be too.
But now, no,
I shouldn't be,
The world is cruel,
People are monsters,
And I definitely am.
I decided,
I should be dead,
Giving my life to someone better,
Giving my beauty, knowledge and greatness to someone else.
Because I swallowed all the pain that I could have given too,
Creating art on my arm using my own paint.
(08.03.2021)
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Sad Poetry
PoetryI write sad poems. I wanted to share them. I'm not a native speaker. I also write sad poems in German.
