Depression is when your world is grey
And you stay in bed for hours
Self harm is when you need color in your life so you satin your sheets in red
Roses have wilted
Violets are dead
The demons run I circles
Round and round in my head
When I die don't you dare come to my grave and say you love me because those words were the only thing that would make me stay
It is sad
That some people
Aren't waiting
For there happy ending
Anymore there just
Waiting for
The end
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Poems
PoetryThis is a poem I wrote for my father who is never here for me and I don't know why and without him a part of me is missing
