All hope is gone
All cries go unheard
All that's left
Is you in this big bad world
You've lost your way
Don't know where to go
And no one gives you the time of day
Everyone's left
Your all alone
Trying to make it through
Just to see next day
You spot the blade
The thing you haven't lost
You slice your skin
And smile at the sight
Blood drips down
But this time
It doesn't stop
You're glad it doesn't
You lost your way
Now hoping not to see next day
Your hopes come true
For a few days later at your funeral
Everyone's there
But none are aware
I guess it's true
You really did lose your way
You really did lose
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Suicidal, depressed, broken, selfharm, dark poetry
PoetryThis is a collections of dark poetry I have written. I update whenever I write a new poem. These poems are my feelings, things I don't say, things people will not know. Some of my poems are good and some of them aren't the best but oh well
