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by Braeden Monks Jun 6, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / other
I hear it in my brain That drives me insane Everything I write is lame My poetry is fake as Pain Everything I want is just a thought Kindergarten we were taught We could do anything if we tried Well I realized they lied If you want it You can get it Then regret it Continue to miss it Forget it Bury it And be killed by it You have a tension in your wrist The skin, oh if so is missed By the slow slice of the blade Each scar made, is a price paid
by Sammi
I envy your non writers blocked mind... =)