The thought of death
Though sometimes scary
Can often be quite welcoming
Finally
There wouldn't be anything going on
A dead silence
Honestly, it doesn't sound all that bad
But I'd never do
Something to hurt
The people who call me friend
And the people I share blood with
Because I think they love me more
Than I ever will
It would hurt them more
Than I could ever feel
They care about me more
Than I think I ever will
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Pinto Lesbeans
PoetryMore angsty poetry about my issues and stuff. Also possibly some very vague poems either about friendship problems or relationships. Have fun! This book falls in line with a series of poetry books I have created. The first one is How to be a Bisexua...
