stp Pedersen Poems

I was the best student in my high school
I took extra classes and used all the extra tools
people envied me because of my knowledge and brain
if they just knew the work I put into it and all the pain
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She sits in her room and cry
pouring a shot of vodka
while slipping a knife through her thigh
a shot turns into 9 torturing her liver felling as it slowly dies
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I have fought and fought believe me I have but I am not a fighter i can't fight a fight that I have already lost
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her picture in my necklace I will forever hold tight
it has been 9 years and her death still doesn't sit right
a heart of gold and a soul so pure
but God still gave her a sickness with no cure
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they aren't the monster under your bed
they live inside your head
once people to believe and trust
now they only feel grieve and disgust
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6 feet under i lay
Above me is a tombstone
with my name engraved
Day in and day out
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They all say just wait till adulthood comes
you haven't suffered yet your just a child
but they don't have know my life
it might just have been words but they hurt like a knife
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I took a quick look at the rope,
before tightening it around my throat.
all I wish is to be dead.
The thoughts are taking over, my head.
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