My hands shake harder than ever before,
I know panic will set the score.
"What if they hate you" my brain tells me,
But I fall straight to my knees.
My tears are like a huge waterfall,
Falling so hard that they'll never stall.
The room is spinning in circles,
Making me a mere tiny particle.
I try to calm myself,
While looking at a wooden shelf.
I know that i'm failing to win,
My depression is abusing me with my sins.
I collapse down to the ground,
Forgotten without a sound.
Next to me is a knife,
Which released me of my pain and strife.
I did it for a reason,
So i didn't bare the feeling of treason.
-Made by: Penguinz
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Kenn's Book Of Poems
PoésieWelcome to my book of poems, made by me. Every time I write a song, I'll put a fragment of it in, or just put a regular poem in. Are you ready for another bad poem?
