Pull out the needle,
Bring out the string,
Lay her limpness body down on a freezing tray,
It won't hurt a bit,
She's already dead,
Slide the needle through her cheek,
Out her lip,
With that baby cherry look,
For her smile will no longer slip
Yukki666
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My poems of Dark, Depression, and Anorexia
PoetryThese poems express what I'm going through and how I feel. Basically its a timeline of my life and what is happening. There will always be a dark side to me and a good side. My poems vary from depressed to dark and to my Anorexic side. I hope you gu...
