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He drew a jagged line
Coloured with red marker,
On a paper softened by age,
With a pen made of steel.
The world was finally vibrant,
When coloured ruby red,
His soul was at peace
Seeing the world so bright.
He played in a red pool,
Laughter filled the room,
The lake glinted angrily
Abhorred to the joy.
His mind was too fatigued
By all the fun and games,
His view falling sideways,
As he laid down to sleep.
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Poetry about suicide
PoetryCollection of 3 poems I have written. This might be triggering to some - describes self harm, death, suicide (overall, not happy poems). Please do not copy my work, I have worked hard on it and copyright. Thank you, enjoy! I hope they inspire you. (:
