I'm not normal or plain,
I have an imbalance in my brain.
I'm not just right,
My thoughts would give normal people a fright.
My worries aren't grades or boyfriends,
But when my life will end.
I don't worry about alcohol or drugs,
But instead on pain and cuts.
The worst or my worries,
Is what I can do to make myself hurt.
I dream of death and pain,
And ending my suffering again and again.
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Dark Poetry 2
PoetryThis is the continuation of my first book labeled, Dark Poetry. They are independent books and can be read alone, each chapter is a different poem and can be read alone from the collection. With that said, please don't steal my works, they are origi...
