(A/N this one belongs to 727zombie2000 I love her books and her poems are beautiful.)
Somedays I sit in my room
Alone....
Tears streaming down my cheeks.
Blade in hand.
Contemplating.
Life or death?
Pain or numbness?
Love it hate?
Why do the things he says affect me?
Why can't he just leave me alone?
Why can't I sleep at night?
Why does he invade my thoughts?
Why do memories replay in my head?
Day and night.
If I end it all now,
It will be no more.....
Right?
No more pain.
No more suffering.
No more thinking.
No more remembering.
No more him.
Right.....
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The answers that aren't true
PoetryJust a few poems and such about my life how I'm feeling and what I'm going through. Unless stated with ~broken angel, the poems aren't mine I only found them online. *TRIGGER WARNING*
