How stupid I was,
To think I could love you.
How stupid you were,
To love me, too.
My wrists shall be stained,
With tears of scarlet and dread.
The demons I keep inside,
You've fed.
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Poetry for the Pained
Thơ caThis is just poetry that I've randomly written, and feel like publishing them will help or inspire others. They're all pretty short. Please, no hatful remarks.
