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.