The medicine slips down her throat
And it makes its way up to the brain.
Once it's there, she begins to gloat
About how there is no more pain.
It's all gone. She's finally free
From the eternal suffering.
Her friends rejoice, all happy
And oblivious on what she had taken.
Her eyes are filled with temporary life.
Her smile is plastered onto her face.
She needs no razor; she needs no knife.
Her former pain has left no trace.
We all cheer, thinking she's healed.
We don't know what's soon to occur.
Time passes by and it's revealed.The horrible pain bursts through the door.
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Poems Because I'm bored
PoetryA bunch of short poems written by me. Am I good at writing poems? Not really. Do I care? Not really. I kinda just want a fun way to express myself, y'know? Also, whenever I write 'She', I'm either referring to myself... or a girl that most of these...
