m dead and no one cares
Laughter and relief fill the air
I lay on my back
Flowers in hand
Fake kisses and cries
A crappy speech takes a stand
I'm lowered into the ground
Forever in limbo
Because God doesn't want me
And the devil thinks I'm a bimbo
Bet I would've been loved if I was slim though
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Hidden Pride
PoetryYears of depression bottled up and pour out. TW//: d*pression, su*cidal thoughts, self loathing, etc All poems are the authors original creation. Do not steal!
