It's better now I guess
Gone are all my fears
I'm holding up my bet
Dried up are my tears
Is it bad I can't forget
How the blood would drip
Is it bad I don't regret
Causeing myself to trip
Is it bad I'm not upset
That I wanted to leave this place
Is it bad I made a threat
To disappear without a trace
Is it bad that I'm in debt
With the controllers of life
I haven't left just yet
Haven't picked up my knife
I won't make the mistake
Of grabbing the blade
I won't let myself break
No matter how I'm swayed
I'm still here
Ive come all this way
I'm still alive
And that's completely okay
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Solitary crowds
PoetryLove does strange things to me when I'm in different states of mind. I think this will be the best poetry book out of all the ones I have written so far. Because this one is going to be filled with unbearable confusion. Because that is where my mind...
