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u kno...i have a big problem when it comes to poetry...i'll start a poem either really strongly or really weakly..then it'll either get better or worse as i write....but most of my poems change like half way through....i'll start out saying one thing, but end up saying something totally different...if u guys read my poems, i'd LOVE to hear ur suggestions...anything u've got to say will help....thx a bunch....keep writing!! |
The scent of rotting bodies
The sound of dreadful pain...
She slit She cut She sliced her skin
It hurt She cried She could not win...
I cry
I weep...
It’s like fear
Throughout my body...
What’s the point of life?
What’s the point of living...
Once upon a dream,
Things werent quite as they seem...
Rotting hearts
Burning lies...
It's read again
From the book...
In the dark i wait
Feeling trapped and unsafe...
Tattered and broken
shattered inside...
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Sum ppl cut for attention, sum ppl cut for pain. |
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If you don't jump, then you can't practice landing on your feet |
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it's not the knife that hurts...it's the reason i dig the blade through my skin as the blood pours out |