My pain is real
My heart broken
My tears run black
My wrists cut open
My thoughts confined
My pressure building
My flame died out
My views killing
My skin now pale
My blood run red
My misery finally over
My story for once read
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Please no critiques on this as it is simply myself jotting down my personal thoughts on the internet. If you like it, great, if you don't, I honestly don't care.Did you like this poem? Write one of your own!


