And the sad thing is..
You'll never know what you could have been..
Baby, you were only seventeen...
Heyy, can people please comment and rate my poems? Will defo return the favour:) Thanks.. Jessy x
I dare you to watch
as my eyes glaze over.
Most people are afraid to die. I'm not, I'm afraid of what comes after.
I push toward the surface
desperate for breath
but before I get there
I'll meet my Death
*4rm my new poem Drowning. plz rate/comment*
I'm destroyed..
nothing feels right anymore..
i just want to run and cuddle you.
you'd make everything better, like you always did.
but deep down i know i can't do that...
i miss you so much baby.
The pain has returned
My soul is on fire
My heart didn't do this to me
It just called Love a liar
*4rm my new poem "If You Had Been Here"*
Taking lives, savoring death. We bask in the glory of killing and violence.
Last night i thought of death
last night i held a gun
Last night i wanted to end it
Life is never fun
Isn't it odd how one's death makes you evaluate your own life? R.I.P. Eduard.
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