When they find me they'll rake me up,
and throw me into a garbage truck.
Like a leaf I'll rot and mold,
because my body is dead and cold.
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Autumn's Breeze
PoetryI wrote this poem myself and it's about a person who is always comparing themselves to everyone else and it basically just makes them feel like shit. They fall into a deep depression that they can't get out of. They end up ending their life and then...
