Why is cutting so fun?
As well so painful?
Its like cutting paper.
Cutting them to tiny pieces
Snip, snip
Every piece is on the floor.
Its too small to keep them all.
So I threw them all away,
In a dark void
Where I can never get them back.
Is it worth it enough?
To throw them all away?
To where I can never
Get my happiness
Again?
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Book of Poems
PoetryI'm not very good at poetry, but I try at least. This has a lot of vent poems, sorry.
