I'm pretty up-beat, I have a few suicide poems, everyone probably does. I'm not into the whole rateing without a comment thing. I enjoy constructive criticism, as long as you're not an ass about it. |
The seventeen years have brought me no life
nothing from anything just wasted time...
So there's no passion in our woodwork
And our knots are bleeding true...
"Our Mother"
My brother, my sister, they couldn't comprehend...
A bottomless pit of unstable feelings-
that would be my stomach aching...
The pain shoots threw our hands
up our arms, gives us cold chills...
We've come clean.
We've cashed in all our demons...
My pen has been stuck in the off position
moving across the paper, nothing comes out...
The pain shoots threw our hands
up our arms, gives us cold chills...
A bottomless pit of unstable feelings-
that would be my stomach aching...
I searched you out so I could tell
you all about my recent hell...
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