Would anyone care if the moon fell from the sky.
Gracing us all with its glorious light.
We were all so blinded by the beauty we didn't realize it was killing us.
Would anyone notice if I dropped dead?
Never gracing you with my voice. The voice I realized no one wanted to hear.
I never craved the taste of blood, until I've wanted to see it run down.
What's wrong with me you ask..
There's to much to list
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ØVERTHINKING
PoesíaØverthinking leads tø fear. Fear leads tø anxiety. Døn't knøw what's inside øf me. F A L L I N G Everyøne has their demøns. Søme møre than øthers. These are mine
