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Not crappy poem #9
Depression, black dog, go back to hellFrom whence you came, I’m not your kinI’ve fought you off before, and I will againI’m stronger than you, you’re just a stain I’m not going to let you win this timeI’m going to fight back with all my mightI’m going to take back my life, it’s mineI decide…
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Crappy poem #8
The pain is all I knowIt’s all I feel, it’s all I showI cut, I burn, I bleedI do it all to numb the pain inside I know it’s wrong, but I can’t stopIt’s like a drug, I’m addicted to the dropOf blood, of pain, of reliefIt’s all I have, it’s all I need I’m…