to the living i am gone
i was only a pawn
in the horrid game
they all called life
as i lay dead in my bed
all the monsters escape from my head
no longer trapped to torture
no longer encased in red
my wrists bleed out
from the deep wounds i left
and i think to myself in the last moments
"they'll be nothing left"
i bleed myself dry
and my shrieks turn to gags
my parents come in
do you still believe it was the cat?
I'm so sorry mother
so sorry brother
sorry sister
and sorry father
I'm so sorry best friend
and I'm sorry lover
I'm sorry everyone
but the haters finally won
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Poems and Thoughts (Book 2) {HIATUS}
PoetryJust some poems about how I'm feeling at any given point of the day. Mostly depressing stuff. This used to be "Here's Some Inspiration," but I made that an entirely different story on my page, so if you are looking for more inspirational happy writi...
