She was friends with the darkness
That hugged her in the night
She was in love with her tears
That ran down her face
And crossed her lips
She was addicted to the pain
That held tightly to her soul
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The dark abyss that is my mind: part one
PoetryDo you know that feeling? Nothing matters, nobody cares, life has no meaning. That feeling that you want to just give up? That all you do is use up space and annoy people? That everybody is better off without you? That's me everyday. Every single da...
Friends with her demons
She was friends with the darkness
That hugged her in the night
She was in love with her tears
That ran down her face
And crossed her lips
She was addicted to the pain
That held tightly to her soul
