November 5, 2010.
I dream of death
How sickly sweet it tempts
To relieve me from mortal pain
To free me from disdain.
My soul can no longer form tears
Dry eyes burn with unwanted sight
My callous skin too cold to touch
I am so young
Yet I feel so old.
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The Ramblings of a Inconsequential Girl (My Poetry Collection)
PoetryThe Ramblings of a Inconsequential Girl mostly consists of my poetry. But there are a few other essay/journal styled poems/letters within as well. I hope you enjoy :)
