As I weep
The demons creep
They're not under my bed
But inside my head
I try to fit in
But I'm getting so thin
I have not ate
But it feels good to look great
As I scream and yelp
I just need some help
One day i might do it
Pull the trigger and shoot it
With every sigh
I wish I could die.
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Depressing poems
PoetryJust some poems that I came up with They're not that good or deep or anything just simple things I write at night to calm myself
