It's gone, I know
But I miss it so
I don't mean to
I shouldn't, that's true
It hurt me and yet I couldn't let it go
It made me laugh, it made me smile
Even if for just a little while, I thought it was a good trade
Drowned through pain and agony, an only comfort a razor blade
And now I'm forced thorough the extra mile
Looks like I'm going to be here a while
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Dark Daydreams
PoesíaThese are poems from the darkest areas of my mind. If they disturb you I'm sorry. It's better me let them out then hold them in. If you hold something in too long it begins to control you. So I'm letting it out. Completed from my feeling a lot bette...
