In the dark of night,
The place where it's the hardest.
The hardest to stay positive.
The hardest to stay strong.
The hardest to stay alive.
People think it's nothing.
They think it's a phase.
It's not.
It's something serious, lethal too.
But you just go on without caring.
They don't know what goes on,
What goes on behind closed doors.
They don't know that you cry,
Cry yourself to sleep,
Cry for comfort and relief of it all.
They don't see how you feel.
How you feel like the world,
Like the world just hates you.
All you want is happiness,
But they don't care.
They don't feel what you feel.
The feeling of falling apart.
The feeling of ending it all.
The feeling of immense sadness.
They just don't know.
And they never will.
You were gone without a trace.
A trace of blood wasn't even found.
At least you didn't suffer anymore.
So there is the last poem of the night! Short story short, you ended it all. Yay story had a beautiful ending!
Bye!
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Kenn's Book Of Poems
PoetryWelcome 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?
