poetry is what i look up to when i am down in the dumps.
i love everything about death and suicidal emo poetry. well in short poetry is my life.
If these walls could talk,
You’d know my body is dead,
My mind has been taken over,
I can’t control it,
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emotions run deep I feel them in the shy
I feel so empty that my hearts stars to cry
My love is gone and the passions no more
To feel the love of the person I once adored
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It strolled down the hallways
It whisperd in my ear
Making my skin slither away
It said”Death is a coming”
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shadows of death anguish and suicide kiss me in my sleep
i try to wake but the shadows hold my head down
unwillingly i scream
now i shall cut myself, create violence, attempt to commit suicide
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