End of black

I slowley sink
Into the darkness
Of my mind

The demons know me
They call me by name
But they don't care for me
For who could love
A depressed girl?

This poem is about: 
Our world

Comments

Em-Em

God  loves every single soul. 

 

Anyways, the poem is   dark. But it seeems that it needs a continuation. A sequel :)

world-joy-

I wrote the sequel for you

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