TW! Thoughts of suicide,
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I should not want to die, but even the clouds cry.
Like a flower in the wind, my petals fly away, and there is no way to win.
The river is pretty as is all, but even rivers turn to falls.
In this bed where I lay, I see the stars shining away.
So if I were a star, I would rome so I won't be alone.
I shake when worried, the ground shakes till comfortable.
These all relate to the 5 elements, but you might wonder, "Then what is fire?"
My anger is like fire. It burns my want and desire.
These are all my reasons as to why I should not want to die.
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The poet who cried
PoesíaThis is an on going book that i will update with a new poem every time i think of one, this book will include some triggering subjects that will be tagged at the beginning of each chapter, I hope you enjoy this book.
