Roses are black
My head is blank
The year is coming
And I feel very funny
Blank is the word right inside my head
If you ask how I'm doing I won't respond with Okay,
I'll lie about my feelings smiling away, but when I come in,
I'll sleep through the night you'll not
hear my father or mother cry through the night,
you'll hear a girl cry in her bed,
I wonder who it shall be,
maybe the girl whose writing about dark blank poem of her life instead.
~Blank
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Stories and Sadness
RandomSadness and tears WARNING: If you hate depression and really hate crying then go away! I don't want you to blame me for reading this book, but to the rest of you enjoy! P.s. this is 16+
