Broken Glass,
Lit cigarettes
Addiction at its best,
Causes of death waiting to be your test
Hold your breath
Don't give in
Stubborn nature
Chaos bestowed within
Doubling over,
hearts ceased
beating stops,
The soul cries for release,
Fighting for the last breath,
Hope caves in,
At the end alone it shall be
Inside the grave, full of misery
Feeling the repercussions and pain
Of mistakes, it did not commit
But the ones of those making merry.
Alone it shall cry
Embodying the pain
But remember its patients only endures ever so thin,
Unleash its demons,
And you shall never lie still again.
-Unknown
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Heartless Thoughts
PuisiThere are various kinds of art. Poems are word art. These poems are for the ones that faked smiles and laughter to everyone around them. These are to the ones that hurt themselves even knowing it was wrong. These are to the ones that suffer from low...
