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| Current music: | Anti-Flag- Born To Die |
shitty poem
i got bored durring math so i wrote dis shyt-
can't believe this.
One minute your fine,
the next your on your be crying.
You don't know what to do.
Suddenly you forget everything.
You think you have nothing
But in reality you do.
You look around and see a razor lying on the floor.
It's screaming your name.
You pick it up and you think for a minute.
You think about what you should do.
You decide to make a line near you shoulder.
You dont feel a thing.
But once you start, you cant stop.
So that one line becomes many going up and down your arm.
And still you dont feel a thing.
Next you take a look at your wrist.
That's the only place you didn't cut.
You take a moment.
Then you slice the fuck out of your wrist.
Your blood drips.
You find it amusing.
You sit and watch yourself die.
You dont even attempt to stop it.
After 3 hours you feel like shit.
You feel dead.
You want to be dead.
But yet, Your still alive.
All you wanted was for me to love you.
And I do love you.
But now it's too late.
I go to your house.
I see you lying on your bed.
I take a look at your wrist.
It took me a minute to relize,
my name killed you
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