What we
Once were
Still haunts me.
It chases away
All of the good
Things.
It gives me
Nightmares,
It is slowly
Killing me,
From the
Inside
Out.
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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
Haunted
What we
Once were
Still haunts me.
It chases away
All of the good
Things.
It gives me
Nightmares,
It is slowly
Killing me,
From the
Inside
Out.
