Are you proud?
You drove me to this.
My blood no longer flows
My soul is dead.
You hurt me and torchered me.
Now pain is a daily thing.
No more screams,
or crys of pain.
Darkness is the only thing,
Left in my veins.
To end it all,
Would be to kind.
You crawled through my heart
And influenced my mind.
A child's scream,
A menial laugh.
That was only
The first twisted draft.
A purple bruse,
A deeper gash
You ruined my life,
In a simple flash.
I am cold,
I feel nothing any more.
My last wish being,
To end this war.
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depressing poetry...
pretty much poems thas bout it
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