In the ghettos of damnation
We're made to comply
Without signs of salvation
My teardrops run dry.
Inevitable coughing
Time to contemplate
We lie in our stone coffins
Awaiting our fate.
YOU ARE READING
The End
PoetryPoetry and short stories I've written about the suicidal, bullying and self harm. No graphic content. Co-written with casually_crazy. TRIGGER WARNING
