Sometimes...
                              I just need to let
                              My anger
                              Out.
                              And when I do...
                              I either shoot a
                              Gun
                              Or slice my skin.
                              Maybe I just need to
                              Vent...
                              But when I do,
                              I'm a monster.
                              So who is the
                              Monster?
                              Maybe it's my heart...
                              Or maybe it's just me.
                                      
                                          
                                   
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Deep, Dark, and Depressing Poems
PoetryThese poems are deep and dark and depressing.
 
                                               
                                                  