I watch the cherry burn,
Wishing it was longer.
The wheels begin to turn,
My brain is full of monsters.
The ash falls on my skin,
As I watch the rough waters.
My mind won't let me win,
My mind is set to slaughter.
I see the waves crash on the surface,
And wonder how it looks inside.
Feels like my life has no purpose,
My brain wants me to die.

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Mistaken
PoetryA book of poems about the LGBT, depression, selfharm, suicide, freedom, and society.