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The tears all overlap
The tears can't dry as you cry
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The blood now overlaps
As each pile dries, a new one lies
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The wood starts to snap
The hammering stops, your box is dropped
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No, there's no more tapping.
You're dead, you're buried, there's nothing to tap anymore
YOU ARE READING
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...
