Tell me the difference
Is it still the same?
A lie now I carry out
My smiles and laughs
Don't look at me when I blink
Just then you will see
The fading ink
My mask has its cracks
Continue and carry on
Please, keep in mind
You are already gone
YOU ARE READING
Dyingful Poetry
Poetry"I need something to kill me, I am tired of taking my own life..." Here are some poems I've written. There are some that are pretty dark and some have a deep meaning, but well that's life, dark and deep. Started: 07.15.2019 Finished: 08.20.2019 Than...
