Every smile I share,
Is a million tears shed.
And every tooth I bare,
Is a thousand heart breaks.
Because I'm unhappy,
Not with my life,
But with myself and
My carving knife.
A knife I want to use
To cut myself away,
Piece by piece,
Fading into yesterday.
Give me something to help me.
I wish there was another way.
This is not some plea.
I never chose this day.
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Darkest Days
PoetryThis is just a series of poems I've wrote. Some are rhyming, some are free-expression, and etc. Hope you enjoy.
