I don't want to die,
But my mind feels old,
My body is so tired,
And my heart grows cold,
My hands itch to slice,
Just the skin, Just the skin,
Blood flows out as the pain seeps in,
They wanna give me pills,
To treat a pain they haven't seen,
They try to cure symptoms,
Without knowing what they mean,
To pick apart my brain,
Without dirtying their hands,
While I drown in sorrow,
That they don't understand,
While my "friends" throw unhelpful advice,
"Just think of things that are nice",
Meanwhile I wish for and end to the pain,
I don't need any pills,
Just send me a train.
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Poems For Death✔️
ПоезіяThey sound really pretty and there here for anyone who wants to read them. ~~~ My style of writing has improved so if you don't like these please check out my new book called A Poem For Death. ~~~
