I crawl to hidden places
Under my bed or behind a chair I hide often
I only want death
To stop the tears
Because once I'm heard
She just makes them all the worse
It could start as something small
Something that didn't really matter
But all the same one tear would fall
And that one tear is ever alone
I'm stuck crying
Gasping for breath
Only wanting death
Searching for hope
Only wanting death
Crying til sleep
Momentary death
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Sorting Poems Of A Pessimistic Optimist
PoetryThese are basically poems that I use to sort out my emotions and such. The poems might be really cheesy and stuff just because the type of emotions I need to sort out most of the time. I will still update the other poem collection but I will post lo...
