Sometimes I wonder what pure happiness is like
Is it liquid and sleek?
Does it pour into your body like carbon monoxide?
Does it hit you like a train might while you lay on its tracks?
Does it hold you, keep you steady, like a noose around your neck?
I wish I knew
It would be to DIE FOR.
~Anonymous~
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Sad Poems
Poetrya variety of losses, regrets, and depression wrapped into a mess of a poem book started: 04.29.15 completed: 06.24.19 a book that has existed almost as long as I have on here. thank you for giving my story a chance (my apologies if some are really c...
