Why do you hide behind that mask?
Dear, broken little girl.
The blade hidden under your bed,
Making the crimson blood above
Why suffer the pain endured?
In the night when you cry,
Lay back and sigh.
This world is a horrid place,
Hells blazing is coming, just wait.
Burning fire, burning fire
Taking your body, into the flame
Didnt expect this to be so hard?
Beating heart, breaking soul
Dieing into the bliss.
Goodbye cruel, evil world.
Hells awaiting, goodbye cruel cruel world.
by: dogpower77 (me!!)
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Poems For The Broken
PoetryA collection of poems made by, for or about the broken. If you want your poem to be featured in the book, please PRIVATE MESSAGE the author with: -The poem -The name of the poem -The authors name (can be anonymous if you wish) ----> dogpower77...
