I don't understand her I never will
But it doesn't make sense
How she'll paint the bathroom red
With a razor blade
Then soon she'll fade, away
Then hope no one will remember her anymore
So as I said to her, I will to all of y'all
Why do you decide to feel pain over nothing
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Depressing Rounds
PoetryWell as it seems life is a terrible burden yet it also is a great present. In Depressing Rounds I tried to encap life moments (good and... mostly bad) into a series of poems. When I first started writing this I intended to just make a series of Depr...
