Depression has left it's signature on me more that once.
Sadness signs my body with a knife, using red ink.
It signs my arms
Claiming that I am sworn to its darkness
It signs my body
With a knife
Using red ink
Because it'll scar there.
So I will always remember,
There's no escape.
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Poetry for Dark Souls
PoetryThis collection of poems has been gathered over the years. All of these are dark and lined with depression. I hope that one day, there will be no need to write such things, but for right now it's my outlet.
