my tears drip, drip, drip
and not from the pain of stones and sticks.
the pitter patter of rain
is washing my life down the drain.
no one can hear my sobs and cries.
why do i get the urge to want to die?
i look out the window and see the earthly gloom
eventually i will send myself to my impending doom.
drip, drip, drip of blood down my arm
to ease my pain, i harm.
one knock, two knock, many more.
when they finally break down the door,
i will be dead on the floor.
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rapture//poetry
Poetrythis is a book for my favorite poetry written by myself. warning: some are depressing, sexual, violent, anything imaginable. * starred ones are ones i'm just a bit more proud of :)
