I don't wish to be here,
Who is me
I don't wish to be feared.
I'm afraid, and,
That's not okay.
So I need to reach out,
Why can't I get help?
Maybe I'm frightened,
Maybe I'm with Satan.
But, what does that tell me?
Maybe it says,
I'm living in fear,
Or I just might be
Seeing all my nightmares.
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Dark Poems
PoetryIt's funny how when you stub your toe, ot hurts like hell. But it when you slide a blade against your wrist, thigh, stomach, etc., it makes you feel good.