i know that perfection
doesn't belong to this world
but my eyes see perfection in everyone
except myself.
beautiful flowers grow from their minds
while in my mind there's nothing
not even a seed.
the only thing that's stopping me from ending me
is the scissors i can't find
to cut this damn rope
that keeps me attached to this world.
but the day i will find the force to put that damn rope around my neck
will be the last i'll ever live.
maybe my mind isn't filled by a void.
perhaps it's just empty.
even the night is scared of the dark that's inside my brain.
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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.
