I think
Its time
To end it
All.
One last poem,
One last indulgence,
One last cut,
One last breath.
Twenty-five hundred last pills,
Thousands of last tears,
One last empty smile and if you blink
I'm
Gone.
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Painful Truths
PoetryLife asked Death, "Why do people love me but hate you?" and Death replied, "Because you are a beautiful lie and I am a painful truth." (completed) Well. Poems, if you could call them that. Just rambled and rushed night time thoughts. Some of these a...
