Regret.
It's an evil
Thing.
It claws at
Your sanity,
Breaks you
Down slowly.
Then you are
Nothing but a
Empty shell.
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Sad Poems
PoetryDedicated to my friend, Brook. A collection of my sad, short poems. I own all of these poems. (Warning: This may be triggering) Some language
Regret
Regret.
It's an evil
Thing.
It claws at
Your sanity,
Breaks you
Down slowly.
Then you are
Nothing but a
Empty shell.
