A locked door, a rusty razor, a towel stained with red.
A folded note, a broken mirror, and a young girl lays there dead.
Their emotions tangle, the room begins to swirl.
She was mommy's perfect angel and daddy's little girl.
~Me~
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Sad Poems
诗歌a variety of losses, regrets, and depression wrapped into a mess of a poem book started: 04.29.15 completed: 06.24.19 a book that has existed almost as long as I have on here. thank you for giving my story a chance (my apologies if some are really c...
