Slow Poem by America BILLS
Slow
Slowly bleeding out
Dying is what I'm best at
It is like a game
Who will die first
Who hurts more
Will you watch me?
Will you save me?
I cannot escape the feeling of..
Loneliness
Emptiness
Pain
Suffering
The blood does not ever go away
It is just hidden behind
This smile
This laughter
This love
Friday, November 19, 2010
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