poem. feel free to comment on it.
the darkness within
devours your soul
you sit and you chat
like you dont even know
what lies beneith
your cold outer shell
is the loniliness that
is like a living hell
you pick up the knife
and look at its glare
and then you think
"do i even dare"
although you answer no
you push the blade in
for no daylight to ever
see you again
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