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| "Beat me to the ground, i will see you screaming" |
| Here are some loser poems i wrote...i know...they suck. Dont need to say anything else...... "untitled" Im lying here on the bathroom floor So far, yet across from the bathroom door "What am i doing here" i ask myself Fighting against my very own health I see the visions many seek The faucet begins to leak The pain, the rush of adrenaline My faith, the knowledge of a sin Tears stream down my face My heart, slow to pace This should be quick, simple, fast All things in the past.... My eyes blur I can feel her Shes tells me this isnt right Just because im at a fright Dont do this now But its too late, how? I have cut my wrist so deeply, violent then ervything goes silent |
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