All alone in this dark lost place
Every suicide thought shoots far into outer interface
Cold, wooden creaky corridors
Slaughtered named to those who swore
Erie scents linger and seep through the walls
Suicide prevention letters hang on these halls
So what is this place, a place of mental harm?
Fresh scars lay on these arms
My lost place is dark and forbidden to be seen
Real world, bad thoughts and hidden screams..
What's your lost place and can you find your way out
The people can hear you and they don't give a fuck if you scream and shout
Good luck fellow people for that is what you'll need
Burn bitch, this time i won't let you breathe.....
-The People
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Hopeless Whirlpool
PoetryThis is a series on poems about.. ☆ Depression ☆ Suicide ☆ Loneliness ☆ Bullying ☆ Hopelessness Read if choose...You have been warned...
