Hang me up and watch me turn blue,
Leave my eyes staring right at you,
A mirror reflecting this choice I took,
Let me read my thoughts like an open book.
Cut me open and let my blood drip to the floor,
If I do not die, I'll cut some more,
A mirror reflecting this choice I took,
Let me read my thoughts like an open book.
Push me off the highest point you can,
Let the wind rush across my face like a razor made fan,
A mirror reflecting a broken look,
Reading my thoughts and burning the book.
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Depressing poetry for lost souls
PoetryThis is a collection of my own original poems, most are depressing or dark. Most have hidden meaning. Hope you like if not, then who cares, this is how a depressed person vents.
