The pain feels so real but is really artificial,
can all be washed away with a cold forgiving rain.
And I maintain I'll jump in front of that train,
this succession of depression is all that remains.
In my mind I'll be safe, 6 foot under in my grave.
Really nothing left to stay if you put it that way...
- Author: loveandsuicide1 ( Offline)
- Published: April 13th, 2016 13:56
- Comment from author about the poem: Just feelings
- Category: Unclassified
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