I hear people talking about butterflies
Meanwhile in talking about my demise
Lying here still in the dirt
Just now realizing it hurt
Slowly climbing up all those stairs
Scare even the creatures in my nightmares
I don't honestly know who
And honestly, I don't really care to
But finally I feel the pain
So scream is what I found vein
A while passed, the pain has won
Just like that, I am gone
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Poems I've Written In 2017
PoetryIn depressed, and have been writing poems for months now, I don't make them or anything. I was asked to put them on here by a friend bc my handwriting is hard to read.
