Pleading for sanity,
While the blood drips from the vanity.
I become weak,
I can not speak.
My arms stained red,
While everyone's in bed.
The razor drops to the floor,
My fragile body can't take it anymore.
My heart slows down,
While I fall to the ground.
All because of what they say,
"I'm better off dead anyway".
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Depressing Poems
PoetryA few depressing poems written by @nahhnahhnahh Δ...TRIGGER WARNING...Δ RAZORS ARE RED Razors are red, Violins are playing. You're at my funeral, On your knees praying. You hope its not real, That its all pretend. The heartache you feel, One day...
