Molly O'Shaunessy Poems

Ashes, ashes
we'll all burn down
ashes, ashes
we'll all go to hell
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Write a poem
give it away
write a song
sing it to a crowd
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I have one thing on my mind
i bet you could guess
i think about it
whenever depression takes over
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you think you know me
well you don't
don't you think, that i would die for you?
well your wrong
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you shine like a star
your smile and all
oh so bright
you must be mine
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i walk down the hall
watchin people laugh and talk
no one glances my way
i hang my head in shame
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The scars upon my wrist
are something no one should see
a way to self harm
so close to death
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a cold and lonely place
no one should go
a dark and scary place
this is a place,
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we all need that one thing
to keep us alive
a important resource
that way
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