Cemetery, go ahead
You'll be my friend
And once I'm dead
You can have my head
Tears stream down my skeleton face
As you wrap me in lace
Every single tear
As a meaning of fear
The blade is set
Against my wrist
But if I cut deeply
Will I still exist??
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...
