Other things
I cant wait till I'm gone
You make me want to cry
Crying will make my death mean something
I don't wish to be remembered only dying will make it easier to forget
When you die you can't feel anything. You simply don't.
You're just gone.
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The Patterns of Bloom
PoesiaShort poems that describe mental illness, heartbreak, growth, love and the ups and downs of life. Many could resonate, many could close their eyes and feel what I feel. In a way these poems are little windows all of you can look through, yes, these...
