My eyes are high,
My soul is low,
I whisper strange things everywhere I go.
My mind can't cope,
Take me home,
Where I can come back to you.
I hate myself,
I drown in self doubt,
I want to fucking die.
Satan come save me,
Take me to hell,
Where I can come back to you.
You pierce my heart with a thousand needles,
You make me beg for mercy,
I cry myself to sleep every night,
Yet I still come back to you.
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Dark poems 🥀
TerrorSome poems belong to me, others don't. Same goes with the photographs. Read on a black background. Hope you don't enjoy.
