How do you stop love?
How do you make the pain leave?
Its like slaughtering a dove
hanging from a tree.
Its hard, sometimes impossible,
It'll render you immobile.
You'll never want to leave,
Even if you can't breathe.
It's pain,
Drowning in rain,
Never be the same
Everything down the drain
It hurts,
It gets worse,
There's no cure,
It's so unpure.
It's nothing but pain,
That's all that life is,
Being hit by a train,
Would hurt less.
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Poem book
PoetryProlly gonna end up trash but it'll just be full of random poems that pop up in my head Nearly every poem is triggering so watch out ✨
