Jordan Myrie


Die - Poem by Jordan Myrie

Feels like the walls are closing in
The cold blade up against your skin
Blood is dripping down your arm
Don't do it don't do no harm
Pass out on the wooden floor
Body up against the door
Thats right die let your sorrows go
You'll go to hell your in for a show

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When I got sad, I just picked up the pencil and started righting.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, October 13, 2013

Poem Edited: Saturday, October 26, 2013


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