Silver bullets
Rushing by
Dry your tears
Do not cry
Tears roll down
From cheek to chin
Well never see
Her smile ever again
She is weak
She is wrong
She crys everytime
She hears that song
Her soul's as dark
As a foggy night
Her heart's as cold
As a silent fright
Her head spinning
Round and round
Its like a ride
And she cant get down
Her feet on the chair
Thinking of her life
Wondering if she should hang herself
Or just use this knife
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The Dark Road Called Life: Poems
PoetryThese poems are how I feel in the moment. I know the first few absolutely suck, but the bottom ones would have to be the best in my opinion. I am open to criticisim and I hope you enjoyed your reading. Thank you! Bye!
