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by Matt McKinley Sep 26, 2007 category : Dark, fantasy / dark, horror
I sit in this room thinking of my mistakes. Thinking about what it takes. To be loved by another. I use this anger to cover. This saddness inside. Contemplating suicide. I wrap this rope around my throat. Using death as an escape goat. I fall,as the oxygen leaves my brain. I die lifeless a blood stain. Left on this world.
by adam
Different reasons, same results. good poem.
by yelitza
Wow thats really scary