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tghis is suicide atempt # ?
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
i’ve got to many images and words in my own head a part of me
They come and go with us We see them nor hear them We feel them nor
i’ve never met somebody who set my blood on fire quite like this with flames moving throughout my body
i’m tired of this old pain i face day by day it’s time that i should leave but i’ve
Merry Meet the witches greet by light of the midnight moon To cast their
Did you know I’ve cut myself Watched myself Bleed Did you know
gossamer wings hiding the black soul underneath crystal eyes hiding the dark pit behind if you could see the
Thief and dark angel what a pair they make Her hiding in the dark stealing their secrets Him in the open with
The constant ruckus The constant noise When will it stop When will it cease When will i finaly
maybe it’s all in my head that the world is really this crue… perhaps they are right that I need to let go but i can’t make myself do it
i have learned over the years that love is no good It crushes your
I have a word of wisdom Never cross me and my sword For my sword
splish, splash floating in my own blood so many cuts that i’ve actually
people see an outward aperance and think i’m inacent and pure but not once do they look to see the darkness hidden uderneath just because i can make myself