I wonder what it feels like to fall that fast?
I wonder what it feels like to bleed it all out
I wonder what the rope strings feel on my neck
I wonder what the cuts upon my wrist feel
Or anything in that matter in general.
Would it make me feel better? About the sims and grievances still flying. Wrapped onto my very soul like a skyscraper to a cloud.
Eh this point of symbolism doesn't really matter anymore.
Nor do I know what to do.
But then again. I'm terry, I don't really help anyone. So maybe I deserve the feeling of hate I'm shown. Maybe it's for the better
Wow this is kinda long already. So sorry my 0ne" reader. Hope I didn't hurt your eyes.
Maybe I might not be ignored as much in hell haha. I really hope so.
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My Poem Dumpster
PoetryWelcome to the Poem Dumpster! The name pretty much explains it all. This is just going to be the place where I put some of the dozens of poems that I used to make instead of just deleting them. They aren't good, I already know that. I stopped doing...
