Tears slide down my face like razor Blades.
But there pain could never match that of my black hole that is a heart.
puddles of pain all over the floor.
pictures all over my arms.
Butterflies lie dead all around me.
I Named them,
Nancy, Sammy, Kitty, Joey.
I claimed i wouldn't kill them.
But I couldn't control myself.
A monster lurking under the surface waiting for Prey.
you Better pray you don't look vounerable.
I Was his next victim...
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PoetryI'm depressed. These will be more on the ranty side of poems I guess for some of them. But follow me through my pain and suffering. If you don't want to... Good. I don't give a French fry. Read if you want.. If not I don't care. Update: September 2n...
