Sometimes
I just want this pain to stop
And I just want to drop
Dead
Sometimes
I want to scream that I care
And I'm here, I'm not dead
Yet
Sometimes
I feel like my ink is running dry
And it's time to say goodbye
The end;
but not yet.
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The Mixed Bag
PoetryMixed Bag - Something that has both good and bad parts. This is my mixed bag of poetry from the mixed bag that is my mind. Highest Ranking: #415 in Poetry [May contain dark content. Read at own risk.]
