Red is my blood
silver is my blade
looking at this mirror
this is the monster they made
Cold is my heart
clouded is my brain
why can't they understand
I can no longer feel pain
Mischievous is my eyes
crooked is my smile
I will stay alive
till I see them all die
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LIFE, LOVE, SUICIDE by Dionne Miller
PoetryPoems and quotes about love, suicide, life... Written by me Note: I don't write with feelings and don't dare steal what's on here "Talent is a gift waiting to be opened"
