Fragile broken glass
I'm shatter across deaths lonesome path
An infinite sigh of unwanted laughs
Nothing more than my tragic past
Unfathomable cold hands
Clamping onto what's left of where I stand
Nothing more than shattered glass
Playing across my withered past
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A Collection of Poetry By An Angsty Young Adult
PoetryThis is just a bunch of poems I wrote between the age of 17 and 20. Some do mention death, depression and murder. Please note that I do believe there are better options than cutting or suicide nor do I condone murder. My poems speak about topics met...
