I want it to cut, but it's never enough
I want to see the blood trickle down, but all I can do is frown
I want it to hurt more than my chest; will I ever be able to rest?
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The Fallen Kingdom
PoesíaThis is without a doubt filled with some of my best writing pieces. Most of these were written throughout the summer of 2018 when I became severely depressed. Each poem here is filled with intense and authentic passion, and that is what makes this w...
