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untitled
Contributed by
dontlabelme
on
Saturday, 27th August 2005 @ 04:31:15 AM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Im sick of trying,
im sick of always crying.
Nothing i do is right,
everyone making it into a fight.
I just want to make the pain go away,
but instead it always comes back to stay...
I do the best i can,
I am my only fan.
just give me a knife,
so i can end my life.
Watching the blood hit the floor
I dont know what to do anymore.
Hang me upside down,
spin me round and round.
Make it a short and easy death
Take my last breath.
Knock me out
show me what its all about
let me die in my sleep
let me empty soul creep.
End my life tonite
I wont put up a fight.
So when im dead
and nothing will be said
I will blaim you
becasue to you ive always been dead.Im sick of trying,
im sick of always crying.
Nothing i do is right,
everyone making it into a fight.
I just want to make the pain go away,
but instead it always comes back to stay...
I do the best i can,
I am my only fan.
just give me a knife,
so i can end my life.
Watching the blood hit the floor
I dont know what to do anymore.
Hang me upside down,
spin me round and round.
Make it a short and easy death
Take my last breath.
Knock me out
show me what its all about
let me die in my sleep
let me empty soul creep.
End my life tonite
I wont put up a fight.
So when im dead
and nothing will be said
I will blaim you
becasue to you ive always been dead.
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2005-08-27 04:31:15] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: untitled
(User Rating: 1 ) by Caged Soul on
Monday, 29th August 2005 @ 07:41:54 AM AEST (User
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This is a very personel poem. You really get to the heart of your emotion and grabs the readers attention with every line. I can totally relate to what you are saying. I just hope this was an acount of how you were feeling then, not now. |
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