So Many...(negativity ahead)

So many ghosts haunt my dreams,

So many people scar my face,

So many friends stab me in the back,

So many emotions strangle me,

So many veins are cut and stitched,

So many diary pages wet with tears,

So many notebooks stained with blood,

So many smudged pencil suicide notes,

So many things I've left unsaid,

So many pages marked with the sorrows of my life,

So many contacts disappeared from my phone,

So many people disapprove,

So many withered roses between burnt bible pages,

So many dead angels,

So many demons in the heat of hell,

So many people try to change me,

So many ruins of what could have been,

They were torn down by the apocalypse of my suicidal tendencies.

The End

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