Perry Williams

My Soul

My soul was ripped out
from the very essence
of my body I want
to kill myself so
I can get out of
my body as I
grew the very
exterior of myself was
taken out little by littlle
and the scars and flames
are very real too
do you know who
I am or do you really
care I 'm different person
I'm a changed man
a good head on their
shoulders that's what they
need and to relax and just breath
if you do that you want suffer like
I did I Got the ULITIMATE FATE! ! ! !
which is for me to know and you
to find out.

Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 19, 2011

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  • Riquetta Elliott (3/11/2008 12:35:00 AM)

    Its a okay poem really nice.

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  • john smith (10/24/2007 9:42:00 AM)

    It's Okay I guess..................................................

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