If I shall fall,
I’ll make sure to drag you down with me.
Down there, we’ll never be lonely.
They say it’s cold in hell,
But we’ll be fine…
Oh, just fine.
And I shall smile at you daily,
watching you slowly
die in my grasp,
while I rise once again
in the cold, dark place.
I haven’t written a poem in so long. I think it’s the medication that suppressed my feelings. Now that I’ve been on a different one for quite some time, I feel like I have it in me to write something like this again.
–Petra
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