And that night
As darkness. Covered the sky
I prayed that I could die
So maybe I could fly
Into their arms
Angel or demon
Anywhere is better than here
Please let them be real
Because done here I can't feel athing
Safety or pain
My poor sad heart
Nobody knows every part
The reason my soul wants to die
My body all it can do is cry
My memories never truly leave
So im left broken just to bleed
Just to feel something please
Let me be real
Let me feel alive
Let there be more than darkness inside
Let me have hope
Let me fight with pain
Live till tomorrow
And do this all again
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Lambs to the Slaughter...
PoetryI like writing poetry so this is going to be a book simply of my poems. these will be mostly dark but I will try to have some happy or at least slightly bearable poems as well. dark writing is kinda thing so its ok if its not you kinda thing.
