Curls : Writing

How I Died

How I Died

A Poem by Curls


People feel this.
Paper

Paper

A Poem by Curls


Stained by people
This

This

A Poem by Curls


I just don't know what to feel anymore.
Why can't it be now?

Why can't it be now?

A Poem by Curls


This is not much. I just wrote what I felt.
Closet

Closet

A Poem by Curls


Always had this feeling before
He

He

A Poem by Curls


depression sucks
I AM.

I AM.

A Poem by Curls


We get lost.
A Note

A Note

A Poem by Curls


i've already thought of my suicide note.
A Message

A Message

A Poem by Curls


I heard death. He spoke to me.
The Weak

The Weak

A Poem by Curls


This is how I see myself.

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