Jordan WCJ Poems

Cold sweats and no sleep
Sitting in the bathtub hoping I’ll just sink
Reading the back of pill bottles
Hoping one would take me from this brink
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Behind the doors of life
A fable beyond it's time
It's stuck in a trap
A endless loop
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Sting through your soul
Watch how it holds
Don't let it end untill your told by yourself
That you're cold
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My shovel is made from gold
The ground is quicksand
My gravestone reads 'blank'
Damn this wasen't the plan
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Scared to love
Or scared to know now
How to live life without a silly clown frown
Can’t tell my future
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When I reached the pearly gates
I had tears on my face
Distort and hurt I needed a true fate
I yelled out to him, why so late?
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