When you open your mouth sticky worms come out of it.
They're searching for me.
Everyone has its name:
"You're wrong", "Stop being like this", "stitch your mouth"
They're crawling up my feet
They want to eat me alive
They like the taste of the blood mixed to tears
Everyone is laughing behind my back
But at least I'm not rotten like they are.
When I die
I hope the flowers that will bloom out of my ashes
Will remind them of the good things that they killed inside of them.
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Poems
PoetryHello!! This will be a collection of random poems written by me, I hope you'll enjoy ♡♡ WARNING: Contains suicidal and depressed thoughts and a bit of gore.
