Sadness, depression; call it what you want
It's a battle so many have fought
Spiraling darkness, I'm in so much pain
It's overwhelming, so hard to feel sane
I lye in the darkness, feeling numb
Why was the world so entirely dumb
Couldn't they see what I see
I guess it truly wasn't mean to be
So as press this blade to my skin
I pray to god he can forgive my sins
Whore, slut, you are a freak
Through my eyes life was so bleak
Growing colder, the end is near
My body trembles, filled with fear
Floating higher, higher, higher
I close my eyes and begin to tire
Black spots enter my vision
My life flashes with precision
Mom, dad, honey dearest
Oh please, forgive my weakness
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And Now For Some Poetry
ПоэзияRandom crap I've written over the years... It probably sucks cuz it no rhyme, but screw it! Freestyle bitches!!! PS I don't own the cover art but thank you to Paul Kuczynski for creating this amazing masterpiece!! It shows the meaninglessness of wor...
