I'm staring at the rain outside
As my soul crakes
Like a bolder falling to
the ground from 100ft.
Why do people love?
We are love bugs,
We find any way
To make new of
Our kind.
I shall forever
Be alone in
This world that
Ends in
Death
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Sad Poems
ПоэзияThese are some sad poems i write when i'm depressed. Sorry if there bad, I'm a band major but I wanted to write book as a kid
