children should be seen. but not herd.

This is a book of depressing and suicidal poems. Not all of these are mine. Trigger warning~

l walk down the street. to only feel pane from others. to stop but only for a moment. I hear a sudden rush of rubber grasping for a grip. on the black rode. for all I remember is a thug then, nuthing a solid blackness, tho it seems you can not escape. that's wen it happened. there the first tear, had been shed. for me, a life. but for only one life thay pled. for all for everything thing. but for nuthing. because I had Ben already ded.

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