Red is my favourite colour,
Metal is my favoured material,
Pain is a common feeling
And love is not real.
The blood is my companion,
The blade is my best friend.
Loneliness is always here;
The pain will never end.
My life is not a treasure.
It has no precious meaning.
So, sorry, I'm not sorry that I,
I am finally leaving.
-L.H.
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Trapped Words (Poems)
PoetryTrapped Words, No one dared to say. Why can't we say these words? Why are we so afraid? Society has changed us, But did we let them try To chase and change our feelings, Or did we not even try? This world needs renewing And it needs doing fast, Beca...
