Once a friend,
Now any enemy,
Why can't I,
Just not want to die.
I know it hurts,
To put down words,
Even though,
You don't know,
Which way to go.
Why do we cry,
Why do we laugh,
What's the point,
If your not gonna be sad.
I don't like being sad,
I don't like being mad,
And yet I know
I'll always feel both.
I want it to stop,
To all dissappear,
Cause when I look in a mirror,
I see a black hole.
This may not make sense,
but let it rest,
I'm not the best,
but I listen for a test.
Because I know,
I may see a hole,
But that doesn't mean,
I have to try.
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Poems From The Heart
Poetrythis is a heads up. This isn't a story. this is about poems that I write that come from my heart. if you plan on reading this I suggest you prepare yourself for some dark and mysterious poems. I don't plan on updating regularly, but more of when I j...
