Why am I up at this unhealthy hour
having thoughts I shouldn't have?
why am I asking myself
what would happen if I were to die?
why am I wondering
if you can hear me cry
at the thoughts I shouldn't have
Why are these questions
stalking me
as if I were their prey?
All I can see
is a ghostly face
why won't it go away?
Powders and paint
can't seem to
hide the pain
of these thoughts I shouldn't have.
They haunt me in the night
And I've lost the will to fight
And Maybe I'll succumb
To These thoughts I shouldn't have?
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Rants and Poetry
PoetryJust Some random rants and poems that I will write. Most likely sad, all of them will be original. you can read if you want.
