I'm tired of Falling
And the light is calling
Because in side im dying
I'm trying say I'm okay but I'm lying
People ask if my smile is real
I say yes but I know that not how I'm feeling
They don't know there fresh cuts on my wrist
I can't help the blood fist
Because all hope is out of sight
One little pull of a trigger
And I'm filled with led
And finally I'm dead
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Sad Poems
PoetryA book of poems, I've been writing through out the years. Most are sad and depressing and others are love that gets destroyed. Some I relate to and some I dont.
