Yes, she is dead
Laying in her own bed
She took so many pills
Oh how many gives me chills
We must say goodbye
Here she must lye
Before I go
I pull up her sleeve to show
What was a million cuts upon her skin
Oh how the demons always win
I thought she was stronger
I wish she stayed longer
I couldn't I broke down to cry
My family let out a big sigh
They said,"we must go."
They walk away slow
But I'm never letting go.
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Depressing poems
PoesíaJust 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
