I close my eyes against the pain beating in my...
Everything blends together like one great blur...

This poem will get really confusing if you don't...

Maybe she's lying,
Through her untold smile...

This is definitely not my best... but I felt this...

No one knew she was suicidal,
No one even cared...

Now my children,
I'm going to tell you a tale...

A stabbing pain,
A foreign breath...

And here's my hate,
Pouring down my arm...

She dances with the dead,
In the moolit night...

This is really short I am aware, and I made add on...

And now I'm going to cut myself to sleep,
Make it slow and make it deep...

Dear everyone,
I've finally figured out what's wrong. Aren't you...