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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Dark · #2127241
I used to spend a lot of time in my local cemetery, just thinking.
As I sit alone
In this cemetary,
Lost inside my head,
I think of dying,
And those beneath me,
Lucky enough to be dead.

The people I know,
They all believe,
In someone up above
But I can't feel
The sweet relief
Of intangible heavenly love.

I've felt so much
In this hollowed ground
I've shed too many tears
I can't help but ponder,
Why I'm still around,
It feels like a thousand years.

They tell me
I'm just not trying
To grasp my happiness
They don't see
She left me crying
In silent eternal sadness

So when I'm free
Remember this rhyme
Please don't cry
When I'm asleep,
For the rest of time,

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