Poetry

collection of my poems

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4. poem 4

It hurt because it mattered,

you were my whole world that has been shattered.

Things are no the same,

but I'm the one to blame.

Take a deep breath tonight,

as my skin touches the knife.

The razor is against my wrist,

as I feel the atmosphere shift.

Trying to kill the demonds on the inside,

even I already died.

Wanting to be dead,

but wondering, 'Am I dead?'

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