Fbi Report Poem by Thomas Spencer
Fbi Report
My wrists are empty,
no more blood to bleed out
my body is pale,
no more light warms the skin
I'm a shallow figure of what I use to be,
parents died, reason why still a mystery
heart stopped, the power to live has left me,
my days are short now, undoubtedly
just give me a week,
no one to miss me, no one to weep
death wish, to be crucified,
FBI report: another suicide
Wow. This is really good! It is really sad though. Keep up the good work! ! ! ~Sunshine ♥
I think this one is.... actaully I can't think of a word to describe wow much i liked it! I know what you mean, but you can get through it. <33
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I would like to translate this poem
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5/3/2024 6:09:36 PM # 1.0.0.1119
i adore the last line of the poem..