The darkness the only thing that accepts me
As it curls in nice and close
Black, the only thing I can see
Silence, the one I love the most
The cold, which has my heart's key
The waves, my eyes watch as they run up the coast
The razor, it cuts as I go down in one knee
The pain that keeps haunting me like a ghost
The tears, as the pain makes them flee
The devil, my guest at the pity party, me as the host
Lonely, the only thing I know to be
Sorrow, for the absence of those I admire most
By me, Lainebug001
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The Thoughts and Poems from the Mind of a 14-Year-Old Girl
PoetryI'm just a teen dealing with life One Step After Another. So, enjoy these crappy limericks, verses, and rhymes. I hope they keep you company. One page at a time.
