The darkness covers you like a blanket.
Every blanket carries a persons sorrows.
Its like I'm caple of killing myself.
And others. However...
This blanket of darkness keeps me and other safe from death.
I don't know why though.
However every blanket folds.
When mine folds. Is when I finally feel nothing.
And finally be happy. -Talia G
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Dark Poems.
PoetryTRIGGERED WARNING this book contains depressed poems and stories about my life. Please enjoy it
