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Poems
Going to post a few of my poems that I made, some are from a few years ago and a few were made a few weeks ago. Yeah umm so here you go. Yes they do deal a lot with death and pain.

Wounds of the past:

Drip Drip Drip
I hurt myself
I cut myself deeply in my soul and mind
I knew what I did was wrong but I had to change it
They all said I should not do it
But I had to I could not let that happened
I paid the price for what I did

Drop Drip Drip
I hurt myself back then
I had cut myself deeply in my soul and mind
I am still injured by what I did
I paid a price for my actions
I am still paying the price for what I did

Drip Drip Drip
It is not healing
It is still the same cut
Blood and pain are falling from the wound

Drip Drip Drip
This wound is still bleeding
Will this wound ever heal
I will do it again if I get the chance

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So many times:

There are times I just wish death would take me, just end this endless pain that I suffer from.
There are times I wonder if anyone would truly miss me, odds are not.
There are many times when I wonder how death feels like.
There are times I would not care even if it feels like a thousand needles tearing the deepest parts of my soul apart.

So many times I find this life so pointless
So many times I find myself friendless when I thought I had at least some friends
I question just how long this life will take each time I look back at what I have done wrong in it.
So many times I just want to fade away into the dark abyess of death

How many times gods will play with my fate
How many days will pass as theses tears fall from my eyes
How many times will I cut my soul with icy daggers made from broken friends

There are times I just wish death would take me, just end this endless pain that I suffer from.
There are times I wonder if anyone would truly miss me, odds are not.
There are many times when I wonder how death feels like.
There are times I would not care even if it feels like a thousand needles tearing the deepest parts of my soul apart.

_____________

Tears:

The once clear droplets
Of rain fall from the
Once blue sky

Now they are red
Like the crimson sky

After they had suffered
So much they then passed
Away from the pain and guilt of life.

No one is saved as
No one can be saved
From death

The air smells of death
And blood as they have
Died

No one is saved as
No one can be saved
From death

It was years
and they held on to
life.

But then they
Had come and
They lost the will to hold on

So many had died
That day even the
World moans for
The great loss.

It is raining again.
The red droplets of rain
fall from the crimson sky.



No joy, happiness, pleasure
Nor any good emotion
Exist in the world anymore

Only sadness, pain, guilt
And other emotions similar
To that exist

All because they had died
So many of them
At once.

Even as I cry
Theses tears, I will
Never be the same again.

As even I mourn
The loss even if I
Did not know the victims

Now I try to sleep
Even if I know
I Cannot.

I can’t, as
I hear the rain outside
And I cry for the loss

May we never
Forget what took place
The day the world mourn