Another poem i made just now hope yall like it Happy
You thought of joy in this title
You thought of happiness in this title
But all this is
Is a poem about depression
You all thought a thousand galaxies
Would rot with emptiness
You walked alone
Thinking about pain
You walked alone
Thinking about death
The knife is on the floor
Your hands are all bloody
This will all be worth it
Because it will all end soon
As blood drips from your neck
As you try to breathe
You fall to the floor
Eyes wide open
This is my final goodbye

whats 54758848585874587548458546856868685 4548 x 575747754757757575598844888 (so it wont get deleted and im sorry if most of the words don't rhyme lol