A few short poems to take my sadness out.
When you left me I cried. But it was not tears of sorrow, But tears of blood.
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I look in my mirror And I see not myself, But a monster. An illusion to hide what I really am.
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Suffering, pain, sorrow. What I see in front of my eyes. Like flowers withering, They are all dying As I watch them and do nothing.
XxLonelinessxX · Sat Mar 08, 2008 @ 01:49am · 0 Comments |