You slowly put your arms around my body, but I don't feel anything.
So cold.
I can't help but staring at the wall behind you, searching for happiness, for joy, for something that could make me go on, but I don't find anything.
So cold.
I give you a little pat on the back and I feel that you're fading away too. Oh, what to do now that I have nothing left?
Such a terrible life I have, so meaningless, without even a minimal purpose. I bet that even hell is funnier than this life.
At least hell is not cold.
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Poems
PoetryHello!! This will be a collection of random poems written by me, I hope you'll enjoy ♡♡ WARNING: Contains suicidal and depressed thoughts and a bit of gore.
