Darks lies from desperation
Gun in the hand no contemplation
Made my mind up
The train leaves the station
Rain falls out of my eyes
It's cold like condensation
I'm scared to live
Because death is awaiting
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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!
