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i love to write poetry and i love to read others poetry and i hate people who dont comment. take like 2 minutes out of your day to tell me whether its good or not. its not that hard.I have 4 little brothers and my mom thinks there is something wrong with me just cause im not "normal". Sorry people but "normal" doesn't exsist!!!! well comment and talk to you later. |
I have this rage to kill you
To see you lying dead...
Have you ever experienced pain?
Pain swelling up inside you...
You are so cruel
you are so mean...
I am lost again
lost in an empty darkness...
Why can\'t you see
how much you hurt me...
I am dead inside
now that you are gone...
Blood red is the sky
the tears they flow down my cheek...
I feel the knife against my wrist
I feel the blood slide down it too...
I heard the words fall from your mouth
like a story you never want to end...
Why can\'t you see
how much you hurt me...
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Rip me apart and tear me open! Can you feel the blood pour into your hands! I hope your happy you have finally taken my life! |
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The blood of a sinner tastes sweeter than the blood of a saint. |
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The blood is warm as it oozing from my wrist. I feel it drop and watch it splatter. Is this really what life is about? Pain to feel alive? |