My mind is floating
My wrist is scarred
My thoughts are getting worse and worse
I don't think I can take it anymore
I can't think of a way to run away from these thoughts
So I guess I'm stuck thinking that I'm better off dead
Thinking that life would be great without me
Then I start to think of the people I would hurt...
The people who care...
Then I think again and realize...
No one cares...
Not one single...
SOUL
This poem was written by an admin on a facebook page that goes by ~ Artic Night and I found it and thought it was damn good so I'm sharing it with y'all :)
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Poems...
PoetryJust the random poems that I've written over the past year or so, I apologize because they're kinda stupid but read away:)
