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The End!!!!
Take those pills to ease the pain
take this knife to cut the vein,
let your bloodspill on the floor
make every thought cease forever more
take you jacket to hide the cuts better
take that notebook to write your goodbye letter
use red ink;the color of sin
show everyone you let the devil win
steal that car to make your getaway
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someone who has my e-mail please message me i need to talk -
Writer's Block: So Sensitive
I am sensitive about many things. SO many times i have been wronged in my life and so i am sensitive mostly about trust....
Andriy pls. write me
<3 atheena -
Nature Poems
Wodorous fragile plant,
how easily you sprout in the spring, snowmelt being your only source of water
flourishing, covering the garden ground,
ebbing and flowing with the change of the wind.
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A poem beggining
suddenly i knew it was real,
the tenderness, tears and all-knowing eyes
lurking behindglasses ,
constantly moving from the cuts to my eyes.
the pain i saw in her eyes i had felt in my heart.
concern spread through her body and i knew
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I know shame on me i have left my lj alone for such a long time... I have been sorting out things in my life and i really needed to truely listen to me.... FInd what i want from the world.... I have come up with a few things to add to the list ( Read more... ) -
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More often i find myself slipping. I have begun slicing my legs again and my mom has begun to notice. I have an investigation going on with my grandfather and i am going to have to testify in court. I have never been more scared in my life. I wish there was a way i could get over it and just be done. More and more i find i feel unwanted untrusted ( Read more... ) -
Guardian angels
Reaching out to touch you,
a hand in need.
Guardian Angels were are you?
A girl needs you
a struggle of desolation.
A fight against that razor
a fight against herself.
And every night she prays
that the next day won't be that bad.
A black abyss.
But the very next day her heart is pounded away,
as another bruise spots her skin.
He writes poetry to hide his ( Read more... )