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These suicidal thought are running through my head. I wish I was done, I wish I was dead. These suicidal thoughts just wont go away. I don’t want to live another miserable day.
Onomatopoeia La La La
Tick tock goes the clock. sound Embedded in my brain winding down my horrid life driving me insane! ! !
Best Of Me
I see that you are mesmerized by what you see on the outside but… I am more than my long hair, my pretty eyes, and my compelling smile I am more than my full breast, my soft skin, and my slim waist I am more than my full hips my, my thick thighs and my round behind
When everyone left me You stayed by my side. You wiped away my tears, and told me not to cry.
You left me hurt and you didn't care I thought you loved me & would always be there but you stole my heart and tore it in two and still I loved you enough to forgive you
Something so simple
Look at all the people you’ve passed Because you thought that time would last All of life’s simple things one day you’ll see How very much they mean to you and to me
Sweet Love, Sweet Love, come and lie so tenderly. Tell me that the way I love you, is the same way you love me.
In my honors english class each student was asked to write a ghazal. This is my ghazal. Please comment it and tell me what you think of it. The weight our hearts bare, is all but light.
this a ghazal I had to write. Please tell me what you think of it. Behind metal chains, lock, and wire, I must escape; it’s down to the wire.
Sunny days and Pretty roses
Sunny days and pretty roses No longer mean a thing All my goals, my hopes, my wishes Have vanished with my dreams.
Born from sin, And raised from dirt. I come to show What I am worth.
There once was this little boy who wanted a boat, but he had no money, so he decided to ask the Lord. 'Dear Lord, ' the boy said, 'will you please give me a boat.' The Lord gave him nails. 'Dear Lord, ' the boy said, 'will you pretty please give me a boat.'
Oh lovely love, come and love me Show me how real love should be All of the feelings I have tangled inside Show me that there is no reason to hide
Death mocks Life
The once empty lot is now filled, filled with death that once lived, death that once lived a dreadfull life, a dreadfull life that was filled with hate, misery, and pain.
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These suicidal thought are running through my head.
I wish I was done, I wish I was dead.
These suicidal thoughts just wont go away.
I don’t want to live another miserable day.
These suicidal thoughts are all mixed in my brain.
I’m losing my mind, , I’m going insane.
These suicidal thoughts just wont let me be.
I wish I could change the person called me.
These suicidal thoughts tell me to end it.
I yell, and I scream, and I beg them to quit.
These suicidal thoughts have taken control.
They’ve torn me down they’ve killed my soul.
These suicidal thoughts ...