Im going to implode or explode,
From all of this pressure you put me in,
The pain rushes to my head, and releases,
Its self, Cut deep in my skin,
Four suiciding, all needing help,
From no one but me,
But how can i help,
If the fourth is me?
Love burns my heart,
And soon will incinerate hope,
If we cant be together here,
Through cyanide we can elope,
Dark demons, so tempting,
Tears can send them away,
But who will the tears have fallen for,
Him or me?
hey guys,i didnt write this poem a really good guy friend did,he has the most meaning ful poems, this one sadly i know wat its about
and i feel so bad coz im the one that courses his pain, but besides that this poem is so bootiful, i just want him to get some credit for the things he writes,
