Death is not my Enemy. Death is a Friend to me. I talk and play with him all the time, but I have to be careful what I say. Because Death wants to take me away, from my friends and my family. Death is very tempting, he knows exactly what I want. To be Loved and Wanted, to have Joy and Luck. He says that he can give me these things, but I know that he really can't. But it seems so warm and peaceful with Death. When I say, "No, I won't go with him!" is a day I have yet to see. Because Death is not my Friend. Death is my Enemy.
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PoetryThis is my poetry. All of these are based on my life and they are all true. Some dark. Including self harming, eating disorders, suicide, etc. But there are some inspiring poems in here too. I hope you like them. Remember to vote and follow me!; P <...
