the screams were loud, my door was locked, the bruise was bold.
the steel was cold, my skin was warm, the room was dark, my tears were not shown.
I fell to my knees, I looked to the sky, I at least tried to cry.
the crimson river was like a rush, and then I saw the ocean that flowed.
I cut too deep, but I didn't care. anything to not be here.
I felt like air, I fell to the ground, and then I couldn't hear a sound.
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DEPRESSING POEMS
Поэзия//TRIGGER WARNING\\ some of these are like, really triggering i write a lot when i get really bad and apparently some of them are good so imma just post them here
