sadness streak
blade in my hand
blood on the floor
tears in my eyes
behind a locked door
dark has taken over
the end feels its never closer
I've got no voice of reason
no change of season
no words to speak
no help to seek
its a never ending sadness streak
YOU ARE READING
poems about being sad
Poetryso the title pretty much gives this away I written all of these when I was bored reading if your depressesd
