words are dagger laced with poisen, that stab you when the snakes they came from spike at you.
they cut your body, they ruin your mind, they make you become the words.
the sun never shines and theres a cloud over your head, no one can help you, youre too far gone.
your only friend is a pill, she understands you and helps you sleep.
but she soon becomes possessive, make you taker her more and more.
soon she taks you too the hospital, and then soon the morgue.
good bye little child, the daggers stabbed too deep, the poisen got inside you, and you tried to let it out.
but it took you woth it, now you are forever asleep, never to breath again.
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Poems
Poetryall of these poems were written by me in my best times and in my worst. i'll let you figure out which poem belongs in which time.
