Death - Fantasies
A wild but cool poem that I just made up. Its very insane but you'll get over it…
I wish I could fly
But I know that if I tried I would die
Because I miss my mother
And all the other people stare
When I look in the sky to try and to talk to her
But instead I pull out my knife and slit my wrists
And throat because I miss her very much
Nobody knows how much I miss her
Who Will Respond?
But I know that if I tried I would die
Because I miss my mother
And all the other people stare
When I look in the sky to try and to talk to her
But instead I pull out my knife and slit my wrists
And throat because I miss her very much
Nobody knows how much I miss her
Who Will Respond?
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