Here I stand alone my body's gone still
Slowly I'm running out of dreams to fulfill
With my heart in my hands I fall to the ground
Once I again I know that I'll never be found
Cold dead and still
I'm starting over on silent hill
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THE DEATH OF ME
PoetryPoetry about my dark, twisted past. Warning: This collection of poems contain topics such as: self harm, suicide, and self hate. Do not read if you are easily triggered by such things. If you are triggered easily, please try one of my other stories...
