Poems About Death
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Lying in my bed looking up at the ceiling,
Life, it seems to have no meaning... -
How will you know
that i am hurting... -
In a little corner I sit
Trying to make the puzzle pieces fit... -
Just a few seconds later,
a sudden flash, then a tremendous explosion... -
You sick f**k up
Reading all my poems... -
I miss the days we used to talk
And both play around... -
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I'm letting go
Of your strong grip... -
Her friends tell her not to
that the scars will just remind her of the bad... -
When I was young, the sky was blue,
When in the backyard, I would play... -
No longer will you make me feel like dirt,
No longer will you make me hurt... -
Slipping through the shadows
Into black and thunder... -
He lay in his bed and wouldn't move,
His eye's shut tight nothing to prove...