Falling

I feel like I am falling falling and it won’t stop.
Because if it does my heart might drop.
Past my feet and throught the floor.
As I am crying “ No more no more.”

The further I fall the darker I get.
Razor blades knifes I cant help it.
The further I fall the darker I get.
The cuts the stabes I cant stop it.
So if you find me dead one day.
Don’t worry cause my soul had already wasted away.
So if one day I am gone,
Don’t worry it wont be for long.
So cry if you must, its okay.
Because we will meet again one day.

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By demondaughter

I dont like fuzzy bunnies and I dont like feilds of flowers.Im not a gurly gurl so dont act like I am. And if you havent figured it out by now Im just another manic depressive sayin how she feels.