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by ashleeey Jan 2, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / about death
I know I'm in my room Lying on the floor Makeup running down my face I feel like such a w_h_o_r_e I can't think of anything Except for how much I hate my life An empty bottle lays at my feet Right next to the bloody knife I stare into the mirror At my deadly broken reflection My life has been filled with lies My happiness all a deception I'm waiting for my pulse to stop My heart to quit its pounding I'm thinking that I'll soon be gone And just how amazing that is sounding. xoxo. Ashley Anderson©
by kaci
Wow great poem! 10/10!!!
by Mark Harris
Nice job!