This isn't meant to be a poem but it's nice
Because those words, they cut me like knives. "This won't work" and I realize I started to cry. She tells me this time that I'm not enough...but this time I shouldn't die. This time I'll take the pain, savor it till the last drop. Dance in the red rain and wait for it to stop.
-DJ
YOU ARE READING
Darkness's Descending
PoetryI wrote some poems and I'll try to publish at least once a week :) Don't take them please, I will find you and take credit. Should I attempt to publish this as a whole book when there's like 80 poems in it?
