12:30am
Sitting on the bed
In my dark room
Thinking to myself
If I should be gone soon
Two years had passed
I should have been gone too
And now Im asking myself
If I still have the courage
I've let myself lost
In this world of horror
In search of happiness
But in the end
Drowning myself in sorrow.
They don't see the hint
When the blade touches my skin
Sliced through my veins
Hoping to end the pain
And maybe, just maybe
They will realised the help
I've been longing for
After I've stopped opening my eyes.
N.I
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Dead Poets
Poetry"Poets are among the damned, cursed to commiserate over their loss, to reach with outstretched hands-" -Lang Leav
