Pile the Dead

Pile the Dead

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"Pile the Dead" is a collection of dark poems. Each poem is either about mental illness, murder, suicide, drug use, etc. Consider yourself warned. Please, let me know what you think. I would love to hear any constructive criticism. ********** Good Reviews: "You create poems that are structured in ways that I have never seen before. I'm always impressed whenever you update, and have never been disappointed by you. You deserve much more readers than you already have." - @SierraRoot "Pile the Dead is by far the best collection of poetry that I've ever read on Wattpad. You have so many different styles that you write in, and tell so many different stories in each poem." - @DexterGray768 "How you rearranged the same words to give different meanings and/or sentences is just pure genius. You should seriously enter this book in a contest because you'd 1076534% win. Yes, you're so good that you defy the laws of algebra." - User no longer exists ❤️ Thank you all for your amazing encouragement! ❤️ ********** Cover by @SierraRoot
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-Look at me! Look at my body and don't you dare to lie and say that is normal. People look at me like I was a disease, a contagious disease who gets attached to you, like a virus, travels through your body burns your hope, range shots your dreams, massacre your faith and your mental health. A virus that makes people gossip, whisper about everything. Your clothes size, your stretched skin, the amount of fat that you carry every where you go. You don't know what Is is like to live as I do. This virus eats me alive , makes me crave and urge for food , while I have my face buried in the toilet , throwing up , eating back, exercise and control. You can't love me, you can't love something like me, ans i know. It's a nightmare that crawls up my mind in pure day light. _____________________________________ He needed to met the next sunset in hopes he would starve to death or find the end of the road to a Clift, where his body could be found at the end of the tale that was written to be his life, however his tale couldn't end there, where his fears would be transported to the next life and hunt him for eternity.forced to find a placed after escaping death, at this new journey he found the healing his body, mind, soul needed, so did she.

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