EVERYONE GETS SOME OF MY DEPRESSING ASS POEMS
Darkness
Feels my head
I'm heartless
They want me dead
The words
There the harshest
My happiness
Has been tarnished
Why do they hurt me
I'm harmless
Knives
They end my strife
And just maybe can
Send me to the divines
I wonder how someone would describe me in a book. It would probably start with something like “then you have this weird fucker who loves having weird ass hair colors whenever they can.”