I was lonely.
I was sad.
I was broken.
So I started dancing with death.
He was good but I was better.
He stayed with me.
I wasn't lonely.
I wasn't sad.
I was broken.
He spun me away.
Another caught me.
He was warm.
He was bright.
He was happy.
I began to dance with him.
I was good but he was better.
He stayed with me.
I wasn't lonely.
I wasn't sad.
I was broken.
He spun me away.
No other caught me.
It was dark.
It was silent.
It was cold.
No one stayed with me.
I was lonely.
I was sad.
I was broken.
So I searched for death.
I found him at the bridge.
He was lonely.
He was sad.
He was broken.
I took his hand and he looked at me.
I began to dance with him.
I was good and so was he.
We stayed together.
We weren't lonely.
We weren't sad.
We were broken.
He didn't spin me away.
Together we stayed.
Forever.
I looked for her.
I found her at the bridge.
She was gone.
A smile still laced her lips.
She died with her greatest dance partner.
She died with her love.
They weren't lonely.
They weren't sad.
They were broken.
They were broken together.
She died happily.
She died dancing with death.
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Dark Poems
PoetryMy poems about depression, self harm, suicide, anxiety, and anorexia. Things I think about. Maybe a glimpse of what runs through my over active mind. Anxiety is probably the reason I have these thoughts. I write them down just to write them down. Ma...
