The night my dreams were haunted
The last time that my existence was taunted
The minute I gave up on everything, everyone
The last song I sung
The last time I wasted away
This was my every last day
The day that I died
No chance to survive
I ended it all with a knife
The same one who helped me with my life
Now stained with red
The essence that made me dead
My tears made my hair a mess
My arms and legs written with stress
Marks that spell my life was hell
I knew that nobody cared and nobody could tell
My body limp without any sign of life.
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Enter Thy Mind
PoetryThis publication is a collective of a few of my more personal compositions. It begins with a few pieces from my early teenage years and concludes with more contemporary verses that I have written respectively for this compilation. It presents a poet...
