That shining blade of monochrome,
Just think about the people waiting at home.
Don't be so selfish, you may get free,
But just think about those heartbreaking screams.
That tiny blade,
Piercing through your fake facade.
Those wrists full of horrifying scars,
Oh, what is happening with this world of ours?
Millions of reasons to stay,
But these souls are just gloomy and grey.
The art you see is not beautiful,
It's worse than awful.
Now, think this through,
What if it were you?
Those drops of red,
It's tragic how they bled...
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When Winter Falls | Poetry
Poetry'Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings' - William Wordsworth. This book contains my OWN poetry. Enjoy the journey through these melodic verses and make sure to vote. (slow updates)
