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Hey, my name's Sarah.
I used to come here all the time but I just kinda stopped writting and lost all insperation for it.
Hope to come here more now though and eventually start up again :)
Please rate/comment my poems it would mean alot to me and help - I'll try to comment back on yours.
PM me if you ever fancy a chat :)
I take a knife
To my wrist...
Your message written on the wall in blood
You made it sound so easy...
Led to the slaughter like lambs to the chop
The weak and the wicked I'm back at the top...
I see no good, only bad
My life is gone but I'm not mad...
A faint glint of hope, resting in his eye
Maybe his sister didn't mean to die...
Winter's been sacked,
It seems he left the sun on all day...
No reply when I call
You scare me...
She sat there in her corner
So quiet, so alone...
The night draws close
The end is near...
Truth be told i miss you,
and truth be told im lying
Truth be told,
My problem's old,
You mean the world to me
But you'll never know.
You could be,
Cruel to me,
While we're risking the way that I see you.
Being able to survive it doesn't mean it was ever ok </3
by She Is My Rain