A few short poems to take my sadness out.
When you left me
I cried.
But it was not tears of sorrow,
But tears of blood.
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I look in my mirror
And I see not myself,
But a monster.
An illusion to hide what I really am.
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Suffering, pain, sorrow.
What I see in front of my eyes.
Like flowers withering,
They are all dying
As I watch them and do nothing.
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