Okay, um, I started writing poetry in the 6th grade (and those failed epicly) and mostly write about my crappy life. ^-^
OH! And I'm not good with names of poems and stuff. more »
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Just A Random Song (Im Not Good W/ Names)
These broken wings refuse to heal,
I slit my wrists, just to feel,
to make sure all this is real.
I've spent lot of years,
Thinking its so surreal.
I've lost all control.
The light grows dim,
Fading to black.
My soul is fated,
To never come back.
My broken heart,
Lies in this song.
Please show me,
Killing myself was wrong.
This cage called life hurts me so.
This river of blood begins to flow.
The fear of God is put in me,
As these black shadows, I begin to see.