She looked at the sky.
She said goodbye.
She ran away.
She lives in hell.
She cries at night.
Talking to people gives her a fright.
She doesn't understand.
Why is she given all this pain.
Life is no longer a game.
She ran to the edge.
She jumped.
Because no one gives a fuck.
She spread her arms.
Wide like wings.
And said
"Bloody sheets,
Late night screams,
Dying inside,
And lying all the time.
These are a few of my favorite things."
And she was gone.
~Stormer
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My Little Poetry Book
PoetryHey guys, this if just a book of some of my poems. some of them are triggering because I'm a really fucked up person. haha... So don't say I didn't warn you...
