Poet of the River
My Freedom(Sad) - Poem by Poet of the River
I am standing alone,
Take me home,
And end this life of mine,
I have my knife,
I'll take my life,
And i wont mess up this time.
Against my skin,
The bleeding begins,
And the puddle starts to grow.
As the blood continues to fall,
I hear the call,
And like the light in my eyes i just go..
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