The tears want to spill over again,
As I bring the razor to my wrist.
My vision is blurry,
My intent is clear.
The pain is an outlet,
A passage out of it.
Maybe I'll cut too deep,
Let blood flow like my misery.
Let my spirit haunt you,
Show you what I felt.
Maybe I'll show you the pain,
Maybe it's time for my last turn of the game.
Maybe I'll turn off the fight,
Just loose myself in tears tonight.
Maybe I'll cross the line,
Maybe you'll come in time.
Your the reason for my tears,
My hatred and my fears.
I will let my blood flow tonight,
This is the end of my fight.
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Dark Poetry
PoetryThis is a book full of poetry I wrote myself, so I ask that no one steals it. As you can tell by the cover and the name it is dark so don't complain that I didn't warn you. Although I still write poetry and will update it, most of the poems are olde...
