All my life I wandered
All I had left was death
A bullet to the head is all I need
A razor to the skin is everything
But a stab to the heart is what you gave me
I held your heart in my hand
As I let the rose pedals fall to the ground.
This love I cannot stand.
This love I seek cannot be found.
Through days I dreamed
And at night I wept.
In my arms I kept you safe.
In my heart I locked you away.
The moon and its children of the night
Watch down on me as I cry.
As my eyes filled with sorrow
And my heart filled with pain.
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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...
