She Walks, She Stalks,
And Yet, She Never Talks.
Her Thoughts, Her Feelings,
Binded By Chains, And Locks.
All The Whispers, And All The Glares,
She Just Couldn't Stand How The People Stared.
She Walks Home Alone, With Thoughts In Mind,
Maybe, Just Maybe, She'll End It This Time.
All This Pressure,
Would Soon Catch Up To Her,
Making Her Pick Up The Knife.
Thinking 'Bout Ending Her Life.
The Story Ends, With Tears And Regrets,
Thinking About Her Mistakes.
She's Spent Way Too Much Time, And It's Almost Dusk,
And Alas, Another One Bites The Dust.
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Dark Poems
PoetrySome Relatively Short Poems I Made During My Free Time. mostly dark lol
