Wanna die but I'm scared of death
Scared of hell
There's nothing left
Of me when I bleed
Too blind
I can't see
I don't wanna go away
But my existence is a pain to me
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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!
Pain
Wanna die but I'm scared of death
Scared of hell
There's nothing left
Of me when I bleed
Too blind
I can't see
I don't wanna go away
But my existence is a pain to me