The world is such a beautiful place
So beautiful...
I am such an ugly person
So ugly...
I have fallen down a pit
So dark...
I can't climb out by myself
So lonely...
I am a curse to the world
So plagued...
There is only one way out
So scared...
I don't want to take it, but I must
So reluctant...
Here I have a little razor
So sharp...
Time to let my blood flow
So red...
As my vision turns to black
I'm fading...
I have no anger in my soul
Still loving...
They didn't know they hurt me
So secretive...
They could have seen it if they tried
So blind...
But It's too late now
Time's up...
I'm sorry I couldn't make it, I tried
So sorry
LOVE!
LOVE!
I love the style of this
I love the style of this poem.
Nice. Gentle touch.
Nice. Gentle touch.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Thank you
Thank you
~Love, Poisonous