In an uneven pattern,
My skin is red,
Because it's so tattered,
The skin on my wrist,
The cut throbs slightly,
And I wish I don't exist,
I feel so upset,
But I don't want to cry,
I want to die.
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Poems For Death✔️
PoetryThey 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. ~~~
Don't Exist
In an uneven pattern,
My skin is red,
Because it's so tattered,
The skin on my wrist,
The cut throbs slightly,
And I wish I don't exist,
I feel so upset,
But I don't want to cry,
I want to die.
