Death Poem by gerry mark

Death



death is always on my mind and i feel like dying
death is haunting me everyday and no one is noticing
death is knocking at my door and i cant help but answering
death is the reason i hate living

Saturday, January 7, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: death,hate
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