Author Information
depression
A knife to the throats of the innocent,
A gun to the heads of the damned.
A noose around the necks of the unforgiven,
It seems like all this was planned.
Pills laid bare with razors aside,
Forever encased in depression,
Never shall this hungry pain subside,
Weed and vodka...time for a session.
Depressing
That poem is dark and depressing! Which is exactly why I like it! Thats my fav style of writting!
shoot. I forgot everybody can see this if they click on it, would you mind deleting the post that show's my email? thanks. Feel free to write me there.
dreamofchasingangel