Put these words on my grave,
Another life, never to save
Called a slut, called a whore,
Finally, she walked out the door
On and on she walked and walked,
Walked as the little voice talked,
The voice in her head,
The voice that said she should be dead
And she listened to the voice,
As if she had no other choice
She climbed and climbed until she could feel the sky
At the edge, she thought she could fly
And then she plummeted down,
Crushing silence when she hit the ground
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Poems From The Dark Minded
PoetryThis is a book of poems I've written myself. I posted this book on my Quotev account originally, and I've decided to move them to Wattpad as well. Warning, this book contains many mentions of murder, blood, suicide, depression, and bullying. Read...
