Just a short poem that I wrote, this just came out, there have been no changes or polishing to this one. I hope you like it.
Only death can ease the pain
I know the phone will never ring again
I cut my self and I don’t bleed
You took it from me for your own need
The reaper stares but I grin at him
I’m already dead he lost I win
Floating or falling I can not decide
Forwards and backwards and side to side
But I am still sitting here with this knife
I’m still deciding what to do with this life
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