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I feel the pain of others more than my own,
It is like glass shards in my blood,
All I hear is their painful groan,
I do not control it as the pain belongs to them,
They inject the suffering into me again and again.
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... But I love them...
... So I don't mind...
... I will make them happy...
... Some day...
... And if I ever hurt them...
...their pain will be my punishment...
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I feel the sorrow of others more than my own,
It is as if they are dragging me into the dark,
I feel like I'm sitting on a sharp bladed thrown,
I do not control the sorrow it belongs to them,
They inject the suffering into me again and again.
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Depressing poetry for lost souls
PuisiThis 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.
