xXsuicideXepidemicXx Poems

This is the end.
My pain won't mend.
I can't take help.
I'll live with my hell.
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From the amount of blood lost.
From the amount of blood tasted.
From him walking in,
Though nothing was seen.
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I'm not suicidal.
It's just a way to feel.
I'm not a perfect girl.
It's just a way to feel.
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When I'm angry
When I'm lost
When I'm hurt
I turn to you.
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These gentle stains
Brought on by one fell swoop
Of anger and vindication
Show so brilliantly on the
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A romance, it started on the streets.
Together every night, life was a dream.
Months go by and nothing's the same.
Two people have changed, all but the name.
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Remember almost eight years ago?
Do you remember in the yard?
How about the trailor in the field?
I remember the way I said no.
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