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I am 16... There isn't a whole lot more to say. I love to write and I don't know what I would do if I could't express myself through my poetry. I don't mind bad comments... I'm used to them. I don't mind people... They will do what they want anyways... But oh well... Do what you please... Not that you needed me to say you could... ^obviously...^ |
Just one little cut... I say to myself
How bad could a small one be...
I'll run this razor down my arms
I'll run it across my legs...
I don't like to wake up for school...
Seeing my friends isn't worth life sometimes...
Fallen from faith, I stand alone...
Staring at my broken home...
This is a life I never wanted to have...
I wanted to be safe...
I don't like to wake up for school...
Seeing my friends isn't worth life sometimes...
I wish I had a Daddy
One I could call my own...
Take away my pain, and save me from myself
I'm the one who takes the knife down from off the...
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The strong people survive by feeding off the weak |
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When I was crying, cold and curld up |
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I'm drowning in myself... |