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Poem without a title
Blood, blood everywhere
Down my arms? No one cares Locked inside my room My prison The cuts are there The pain has risen Only for a minute Or two See my scars? These ones are new You see them And ask me why I'll make up a story I'll have to lie How does no one Notice it? My stories are stupid My wrists are slit. I don't know how much I can take A blade in mind My hands they shake I don't know how long U can go on My veins are drying My bloods almost gone As I say goodbye To all I love With my last breath I float above. |
Re: Poem without a title
Second last stanza
I can go on |
Re: Poem without a title
This is really powerful and descriptive for sure. It is well written and just painted a picture in my mind. Great job! :)
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I agree with Dez. Great job writing it; it was very descriptive.
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that was really good...........great job.........
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