What's wrong with death
He plays nice
He takes you away swiftly and gently
He doesn't let life ruin you anymore
He doesn't call you a name
To him your face is all the same
But yet he still takes you away
And saves your day
From the one we so praise
Oh why can't we see
Death is our friend
He tries to give us the happiest end
Life kicks us when we're down
Throws us all around
Then tells us to pick up the mess
To clean the rest
Even when you don't know how
How to make your life alright
Too much and you'll have nothing left to gain
To little and you can't go on
And society wonders what is wrong
And we tell them we don't feel like we belong
They try to help they really do
But all they want is for me to change
When I have always been the same
So I want to die
But that's alright
Because death is gentle and kind
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poems of a twisted soul
Poetrya bunch of poems by a little emo who has nothing better to do you with her life and is like bored all the time with an endless imagination and love of music.
