TW-meations of blood and death
I feel like crying
but i can't i'm inside
but i wanna water the plants outside
and lay with them they seem so lonely
we can be friends
and my only friends
why can't i just lay in the rain
with the gloomy flowers
i wanna make them happy
but i can this household is inside
i wanna live outside with them
the trees singing
while the flowers dance
the mushrooms make room for their children
and i lay there with a knife in my hand
painting them red
With great passion
i see them gather around me
as i fall a fall to see mother nature
so as the fireworks go off
i'm here hanging with you
with my friends falling to my mind
painting everything red by myself
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poems
Poetrythis is just some poems i made and would like to share some have tw's which could mean suicide self-harm blood and gore